*Texting mich*
You no.
Tha fact that u haven't been seen on this for the past month is starting to bother me.
I don't c u with Aubrey.
I don't c u in the bookstore.
I don't even c u at the park with ur friends.
If u killed urself.
I'm gunna...
I'm gunna...
I'm gunna bring u back to life and kill u massld.
Myself.
Seriously.
Even just a glance to show me ur still alive if good enough for me.
U don't hv to read my messages.
U don't need to reply.
U don't even need to get on for a second.
Just half is good enough.
Better than enough for me.
I can't do this, mich.
It's been a month and I'm worried.
Very worried.
...
...
...
*Texts seen at 12:46 am*
O thank u.
Ur still alive. Thank goodness...
Well I can c that u don't wanna talk.
And that u still hate me.
So I'll text u again in a little while.
I'm still here if u needa talk.
*Left conversation at 12:50 am*
Mich
I no.*message deleted at 12:51 am*
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Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]
Short StoryIn which a girl gets dared to call a random number and that person on the other line happens to be a constipated boy. (Told through texts and messages with the occasional [kinda] actual chapters) [Start: June 23, 2017] [End: N/A]