It Wasn't Supposed To End This Way (A Starkid Fan Fiction)

Chapter 47-Alex's Idea, Phone Calls & Leaky Con Prep

Chapter 47

Everything happens for a reason.

That's what I tell myself after I put down the phone. Everything happens for a reason.

There's a reason this...freak keeps calling me, keeps trying to scare me. What's weird is what time they're calling especially. Strange times, like early morning. Could it be someone I know from another timezone calling? No, the only people I know are either in Chicago or live on the same coast as me. And Chicago is only an hour behind me. There's no way anyone from there is calling.

I can't even tell if the voice is male or female, because it could go either way. Their phone is scratchy and sounds like they have bad service. Not to mention a slight accent of sorts in their voice every time they speak. I don't recognize it, so it can't be someone I know, because I wouldn't just forget a voice, I'd remember it eventually. This person has been calling me since February, for two months.

No, wait. I got another phone call back in Chicago with Nicki in October, the day of the Holy Musical celebration. That junk call that I thought nothing of. This is the fourth call then, not the third. I completely forgot about that call.

How many more had I missed if they'd called and I hadn't noticed? Were they calling my land line, too, were they trying to stalk to me, to kill me? Is this a bad episode of Pretty Little Liars? God I hope not that show sucks now. I saw first season in my freshman year of college and thought it was okay. But I barely followed it the second season. I just heard they're re-newing for a sixth season. And I think they just found out about that Ali chick actually being alive? Whatever I see online is what I know. My point is: could I have my own personal 'A'? Someone may be out there right now planning to kill me, bash my head in with a shovel or trying to drug me or run me over with a car...

Now I know I'm paranoid if I think an adult is going to copy a TV teen drama like Pretty Little Liars.

I look at my phone again. Almost 3AM now. I debate calling someone. Nicki first, since it's only midnight in California and Joey's with her. But then I realize that I can't add more to her plate, she's got enough to worry about right now, with Joey and the baby and herself. I'm not doing this to her now. Then I think about Clark. But Clark would literally blow it out of proportion, make a big spectacle of it all. I don't think I want that.

Then I think Dylan. And immediately I dismiss the idea. I can't keep running to Dylan with my problems because honestly, I feel like it's just a circle of drama with him and me. Thanks to me, still, Denise and he are broken up. I do have a new found respect for Denise, and I think that finally she does, too. She's even smiled at me when I looked at her at the hospital. I'm not here to destroy the friendships that have been here longer than I have. I'm not going to destroy everything Starkid's done.

I grab my laptop, check the front door to make sure it's locked - twice - and clutch my cellphone tightly in my hand before making my way into my room. I plug in my phone, now on 5% battery, put my laptop on my desk and toss my glasses on top. Then I put my messy hair into an equally as messy bun, throw off my uncomfortable flannel shirt I've been wearing all day and slip off my skinny jeans. I grab my pajama bottoms, but not my top. I just leave on my bra as I slip into bed, sweating from fear of that phone call. I check my phone, switch the ringer off, check it again, lock it and stick it on my dresser.

I don't know what time I finally drift off to sleep, but I know for sure it's after four. I just twist and turn and sweat and check my phone and turn some more. I'm letting this affect me too much, it shouldn't be this bad.

So everything happens for a reason, right?

I just wish I knew what that reason was.

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