What I'm Not

Chapter 3

An annoying ringtone began to play by my head. I swung my hand around until it was on my iPhone and lifted the device to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Brooklyn!" It was Derrik. "Brooklyn! Did you see the news!?"

"No," I said sleepily. "Why? Its midnight.

"The Subway Takara works at had a shooting two hours ago." I became alert. "All employees working at the time were closing up and were shot."

I felt like a pair of rough hands grabbed at my throat. My next question wasn't one I wanted an answer to, but my voice took over while my mind screamed for it to be silenced.

"How many survived?"

There was a moment of silence. A stomach twisting moment full of assumptions and fears restricting any breath from entering my lungs.

Then his voice whispered through the receiver. His answer wasn't bad, nor good. I dropped my phone as soon as he finished his reply.

"One. Just one."