"Why do you let everyone stomp on you everyday? Doesn't it hurt?"
Who the hell is this? How'd they get my number?
"Uhm.. I think you have the wrong number. Sorry."
"No I don't. You're Amira Summers."
Now this is just plain fucking creepy.
"Okay, who the hell are you? How would you know I'm 'stomped on' every day?"
"I live in the house beside yours. Our windows face each other, you know?"
I quickly whipped my head to look out my window, but the window across the street had its pale blue curtains pulled shut.
"You probably just looked out the window, huh? Too bad the curtains are closed."
Oh god, this really is an asshole.
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
