Wrong Number an AgentCorp Story

Wrong Number

It's a quiet night in National City. The bad guys seem to have agreed to a ceasefire, and stillness lays over the land. It's not the kind that feels like quiet before the storm, either. It's just a cool, Autumn night with not much going on. Kara has even headed off to a quick trip to Metropolis to see her cousin and because there's some 'actual crime' there. Alex, on the other hand, is home alone. Her apartment seems bigger, more open, lonelier this evening. Cleaning her place earlier tonight, Alex pulls out a piece of paper from behind a drawer in the kitchen. It turns out to be a menu, a vegan menu, and her mind drifts back to Maggie.

Having lost count of her drinks a while ago, she pours them blindly and knocks them back. Tears run down her cheeks as she thinks of Maggie's beautiful face, with beautiful eyes, and beautiful dimples, and the terrible mistake Alex made in letting Maggie go. It's such a terrible mistake that she needs to say something, tell someone, tell Maggie. The sadness is oppressive, so she grabs her phone and goes to her contacts ... but Maggie's name isn't there. She's deleted it so she wouldn't do some tragic and cliche like drunk text Maggie.

"Fuck you sober me. You're not the boss of me," Alex slurs out as she stares at the keypad of her phone. It's only seven numbers, and she definitely knows them all. She types them in, her tongue peeking out between her lips as she concentrates. It's a slow process, a deliberate process, but eventually, victory is hers, and she's able to send off a text.

Alex: "I f'ed up."

Alex: "I miss u every day."

Alex: "Vegan pizza makes me think of u."

Alex: "Tiramisu makes me think of u."

Alex: "Everything makes me think of u."

Alex: "Its like u r everything,"

Alex: "And I'm nothing without u."

Alex: "I found myself with u."

Alex: "Now I'm lost without u."

Alex: "I don't know me."

Alex: "I don't like me."

Alex: "And no one will ever love me again."

Alex: "No love could be as good as urs."

Alex: "U loved so good babe so good."

Alex: "U deserved better than me."

Alex: "But I miss u anyway."

Alex: "Okay I might be a little drunk."

Alex: "I'm just gonna wait and see if u text me back."

Alex: "I still love u."

Alex: "I'm sorry I'm a mess."

Alex leans back on her couch, clutching her phone to her chest. She's asleep quickly. In the morning, she wakes with the vague wonder of what sort of creature crawled into her mouth and died. As she sits up and the pain and nausea hits, she realizes she's that creature.

There's a thunk on the ground, and Alex searches around in the thankfully relatively dark living room. Her hand finds her phone, and she pushes the button, winces away from the light, as she looks for the time. She groans, finding it too early to be conscious or whatever this version of conscious is. However, her bladder is insistent, so she stumbles to the bathroom. There are a series of texts on her phone from an unknown number, and she opens it to see what that's about.

The only kindness Alex gets this morning is that she's already sitting on the toilet when she sees the series of texts she sent last night because she just about shits herself. Though she has no memory of them, she also has no doubt she sent them and to whom. Her heart pounds as she sees the texts back, initially thinking they're from Maggie. Clearly, they aren't. As she reads, she looks more closely at the number, realizing she reversed the last two digits in Maggie's phone number and has drunk texted her love for Maggie to some stranger. She wonders if it's too early to start drinking again. After all, it was such a brilliant idea last night.