Truth Or Dare? ✓

13. high on pain

I've been laying here for like 10 minutes. Or 20, or more like an hour. I actually had no idea. All I knew was, that I couldn't cry anymore just because I felt like I was drained out of tears anf I was cold, so cold that my teeth have been chattering.

I started to look for my phone in my pockets and quickly began to panick because I couldn't find it anywhere.

"No no no.." I kept repeating, tears forming in my eyes again. I could've left it at the coffee shop when we.. And then it was, in my jeans back pocket. I had three missed calls from Liz and a text from mom.

"Fuck, beach house tomorrow!" I sighed, remembering that we were supposed to be at Noah's place tomorrow morning.

I pressed on my mom's contact and waited. When she picked up, what felt like a lifetime, she sounded mumbled and angry.

"Young lady, didn't I make myself clear that I can't talk tonight?" she whispered in my phone. I could hear classical music on the background.

"I really don't fucking care about your theater. Can you come pick me up?" I said, voice trembling because of the cold. I never swear to my parents. That should make the situation more dramatic right? By now my running tears had been mixed with my runny nose. I could get up from the ground, that way I'd make my muscles move therefore that would increase my body heat. I could but I can't. It felt like I will never be able to get up from here. Was this a good place to die?

"Isabel! For god's sake! Hello?" I heard my mother screaming on the line and I understood that I've missed everything she said to me.

"Come pick me up, mom!" I whimpered.

"Turn on your live location, I'm on the road already." she said and hung up. I immediately wanted to call her back because I was so scared of being alone all of a sudden.

Just like that I was calling Owen. It went straight to his voicemail. "You don't actually want to talk me, so what the hell man? (a chuckle) I'm probably smoking or something, call you when I can." I heard in my ear. I heard on my entire body. I laid down again. At this point, I wasn't feeling the cold anymore.

So I kept calling and calling. His voice in my ear made me calm. I closed my eyes. I pressed on his contact one more time before my fingers failed me and the phone fell out of my hand, crashing the screen. I wanted to yell fuck, but understood that I can't. So I closed my eyes again. The cold had turned into a good feeling actually. I wasn't feeling anything. I was calm. At this point I could be dead, what if I just don't realise it yet? Do you even ever realise that you're dead?

"Isabel! Honey!" I could hear a voice, but I could be imagining as well.

I tried to open my eyes. My mouth. I tried to move my hands. Then it went all black. I gave the calm feeling in. All black.