"Wanna change it?"
That phrase had been wandering around my head for weeks. Like it was the catchiest song I'd ever hear. But, no, it's no ordinary song. It's a sorrowful piece of a magnificent violinist or a melodramatic composition of a teenage female with an acoustic guitar with stories that will see through the audience's heart.
The voice, I can assume she hasn't been eating for more than a month now. It was all cracked up and shaky. It was the voice of her past self, the grieving orphan. And I don't want her to remember that, not today. Not when she's in a bad condition.
The tape pops itself out of the player, letting me pull it out and place it back on the shoe box. I took it to the young lad downstairs. "Sir. Is your recorded tape here, too?"
I shook my head then shooed him away from the flat.
I'm in no mood to record a tape to her. As long as I have been informed of the hints she gave, I will be able to see her again.
Soon, Alyssa Clinton, soon.
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Fanfiction"Greetings! It's Alyssa! I know you're quite shocked, but I'm glad you've come across this... tape." Her voice chokes me. She's not eating well. She's frail, I suppose. But that's not right. Why is Alyssa like this? Is she attempting suicide? Why ca...
