I rolled onto my side, feeling tears build up in my eyes as I tried to drown out my parents' yelling downstairs.
"You've never gone this long without messaging me."
"I've done a lot of things wrong, haven't I?"
"Please respond. I miss you, L."
I laid there for what felt like an eternity, and my phone didn't ping.
When I got a message, my heart leaped into my throat in excitement. But it wasn't L.
One new message from Cynthia:
"Hey little sis. I don't know if they told you, but mom and dad are going to be leaving for about a week and I'm coming home to take care of you."
"We both know I'm broke though. I found a way to make money, but we need to bring this kid from the hospital home."
"I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Amira."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomansaAmira 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.
