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I wake up to the sound of an incoming call. My eyelids slowly open and my gaze shifts towards my white nightstand beside my bed. '5:28am' the red lettering on my clock reads. I grasp the phone tightly in my hand, whispering a small "hello" before fixing my voice and saying it louder. I sit up in my bed, propping myself up on my elbow and wiping sleep out of my mascara-smeared eyes.

"Kai?" I hear a deep voice coming from the other end.

"Yes?" I say back, looking around my room, uneasily. I feel like it's a horror movie.

I hear a boy in the background, screaming something, the only thing I can hear is 'kai' being repeated.

"Kai, were coming to Omaha" His voice says louder.

Gilinsky is calling me for the first time in 7 months. Doesn't apologize, doesnt give an explanation, doesn't even say hi. I don't live in Omaha anymore, not even close.

"Okay" I say, my voice almost cracking. I can't believe him. Acting like its no big deal.

"Kai, do you know who this is?" He speaks, his voice filled with obvious hurt.

"Yes, it's the person who promised to call, but never did. You promised to keep our friendship till' the end. I waited for a call for 7 months before I finally gave up. The person who caused my depression, and my bad habits of drinking and smoking. It's the person who calls for the first time in 7 months and couldn't mutter so much as a hi" My voice finally cracks, leaving a broken sob escape from the back of my throat.

I have to cover the speaker before I can continue breathing like a normal human being.

I look towards my window, dim lights leaking in through my black curtains. Through the small peak of light I can see boxes scattering my bedroom floor, and shelves. A small shadow scatter of shapes are littering my white bedspread. I run my fingers over my soft bed, making sure that I'm not dreaming. Gilinsky stays quiet.

My throat feels like it's going to explode, my head is pounding and once again, I am left alone in the darkness; my phone beeping from the lost call, surrounded by my violent thoughts and

Silent screams.

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