*texting furball*
Hi.
I'm back.
It's been a few days.
And just wanted to tell u how everything has been going.
Ur school seems to be fine.
Summer is finally upon us.
Soon we'll all be off to college or university.
And maybe ull wake up in time to apply.
Or maybe ull take the year off.
Ur sister, Aubrey is slowly coming back together.
She's finally leaving the hospital to go to the washroom and eat something.
She'll only say a word or two now
Barely anything, but still progress.
Can't u c what's happening to us?
Chat u c how much ur leaving behind if u go?
Can't u c how much we need u?
How much I need u?
*message deleted at 5:00 am*
Please wake up
I'm begging u
I'll do anything
I promise
I'll let u make fun of me
I'll let u insult my bladder and my brain
I'll let u be my friend.
Please come back.
Well, I have to go again.
I have to help a friend get ready for his date.
But I promise I'll visit u in the hospital as soon as I can
Till then
YOU ARE READING
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]