Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Chapter 1 // Monstrosity

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Chapter 1
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Arms bled,
Crimson red,
Roses dead,
I'm lost,
Alone,
Hoping,
Pleading,
Begging,
To find a way out
Out of the darkness and fear
But when I opened my eyes
I realized the darkness is my own mind.
- Keasha Dahlstedt
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Kara called me downstairs but I was too shocked and almost didn't hear her. My mind was filled with thoughts and worries.

What the hell was that? Am I insane? How did she reply? I don't even know if it was really her. Maybe I was seeing things, who knows, maybe her passing hit harder that I thought and I was all imagining it all.

"Julia? Are you ok? You're white as a ghost!" Kara had said the moment I came into her view. Nodding slowly, I stumbled over towards the sink. I was white as a ghost. Probably because one just messaged me.

What's going on?

"I-I just need a glass of water. I'm fine," I lied, forming a crooked smile on my face. "What did you need?" She pondered over whether or not to bring up my strange attitude, but she shook her head and continued.

I could tell my fake smile wasn't going to hold up for much longer.

"We have a visitor. His name is Dominic and he wanted to welcome us to the neighborhood. Do you mind keeping him busy while I prepare some snacks, dear?" She questioned politely, turning to face the oven.

Don't call me dear, all you'll ever be is a replacement of Mom, I thought to myself.

"I guess." I mumbled, heading towards the living room, assuming he was in there.

My hair was styled in a loose, messy side braid. My hands played with the loose strands as I entered the living room, stumbling once or twice along the way.

What the hell is going on? Isn't she dead?

"Hi," a deep voice said. I stopped suddenly looking for the source of the voice. I turned and saw a boy sitting on the couch, looking rather content. He was surprisingly, around my age, although quite short from where I could see him. 5'9 at the tallest. His eyes glimmered a nice dark brown color that reflected the light perfectly. I noticed the way his chestnut color hair moved slightly on top of his head as he moved. Wearing a plain black shirt and tight jeans, he looked very well put together with his firm figure.

Cute, I thought.

"Hi!" I exclaimed, painting a fake smile on my face. "I'm Julia." He nodded as I headed over to where he was lounging, then sat across from him. "I'm supposed to keep you entertained." I told him.

Smiling, he let out a chuckle and replied, "I'm Dominic." He looked like a kind person, a very cute, kind person. We sat there and stared at each other, no words managing to come out of our mouths.

Typically, I didn't talk to guys; they were just so strange in my opinion. Always doing random things with each other, getting praised for sleeping with girls. Their nature was just so odd. It was quite awkward just sitting there silently. Mom would have known what to do in times like this; she was so talkative and extroverted.

I hope she's ok...

"So what do you like to do?" I blurted and mentally slapped myself. Really? What do you like to do? I sounded like a five year old. I let out a sigh as he chuckled and started talking.