“i’m proud of you, honey,” mom says at the end of the line. i smile and realize how much i miss her. it’s been five months since i have moved out and it still doesn’t feel like home yet.
“thanks, mom,” i say and glance over at the clock. 10:09 p.m. “it’s getting late… i miss you.”
“i miss you, too, valerie. keep on moving, you got this.”
i get up to glance out of the window and notice the stars seem duller in the city. i sigh. “tell everyone i said ‘hello’ for me, okay?” i say, closing the curtain.
“of course. love you.”
“love you, too.”
we then say our goodbyes and i put my phone down. but as soon as i set it down, it lights up and it vibrates.
i glance at the screen and it says ‘private caller’. i frown. i pick it up and press the answer button.
“hello?” i ask.
silence.
“is anyone there?”
silence.
“if this is a telemarketer, i don’t want any,” i say, getting irritated.
silence.
“i’m going to hang up—“
“val?”
and then suddenly i feel all too dizzy, my legs feel wobbly and i can’t breathe right as all the air gets sucked out of my lungs. i’m frozen to the core as i choke out a whispered reply,
“jasper?”
YOU ARE READING
lost
Teen Fictiona girl who starts to write in a journal about her best friend who went missing, in hope it’ll keep her reminded of him through the hard times.
