Hotline (KTH)

9

She sat silently in her bedroom with the window open to let the cool winter breeze come through. She stared up at the full moon, her heart beating irregularly and her breaths short. 

She slowly stood, her knees shaking as her white cotton socks touch the ice cold floor. She made her way towards her open window that led out to the roof which looked out onto the ocean waves crashing below.

She took small steps, made little noise. She knew she was ready, but a thought kept nagging her. In her coat pocket was a number that could be her Holy Grail, or end. She pursed her lips, clenching her fists gently.

She looked down at the waves, oh how she yearned to jump off into the cold, thrashing water. You see, it was the time where fall and winter met. It was cold but not frozen, not warm but not snowing. All of the leaves had yet to fall but everything was slowly dying.

She sighed and quietly stepped into her room and grabbed her coat and phone. She quickly nestled back onto the roof and nervously bit her lip. She shook her head, making her hair fly into the breeze and dance that way she danced before, freely.

She clutched her phone tightly and looked down at the small handwritten note that lay in between her fingers. A single, small, piece of paper. A small set of numbers. It was funny how something so small can hold meaning. 

She looked up at the stars hoping to search for an answer. She looked back down and held in her breath as she quickly punched in 3 sets of number. She bit her lip harshly as she heard the phone ringing, the other end assumingly never to press "Accept".

She waited.

And waited.

She could feel tears threaten to fall, she only scoffed and leaned her head against the cold, blue, metal wall behind her. She let out of breath and closed her eyes, enjoying the darkness that it brought.

She thought she lost hope. 

She thought that she had lost her battle of raging demons.

So she listened to the waves, and wondered why it brought her at ease. Maybe it was the idea that she would soon be a part of that. Or that it would be the last thing she heard as she fell to her death. Or maybe she was in denial that she would might want to live. That her plan would be foiled.

It mattered not as her ear twitched to the sound of a click. Confused as of how her silence was interrupted, she looked down at the source. She heard a muffle, presumably a human on the other end. 

She slowly brought the phone to her ears. Maybe she was crazy, she must have imagined it, right? No one answered the first 3 rings, they must have ignored her. She was no one of importance. No one cared about her. She was better off known as invisible. Her thoughts were interrupted as a husky yet calming voice had started to speak,

"Hello?"

And she stopped breathing.