Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Chapter 2 // Dread

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Chapter 2
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Each morning I wake up in hopes of dying before the day ends.
- devon dahazdan
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That night, I wasn't able to get a blink of slumber. My mind was wondering elsewhere, asking me question after question, telling me possibility after possibility. It was like a cobweb, but I wasn't the spider, I was the innocent little defenseless fly. Many emotions were held inside of me right now, but I wasn't quite sure which ones to express.

The message had specifically instructed me not to utter a single word, but, how could I not? Should I? Couldn't I? What's the worst thing this 'M' character could do to me if I told someone, let alone know that I had said something? But who had I to tell?

I let out a deep sigh. It seemed like I let out a lot of sighs lately, which honestly made me realize how much this was affecting me. Not only were those two messages constantly on my mind, but it was almost as if I wanted to know what was going to happen next.

Like an intriguing story that you just couldn't put down, and I wasn't sure I was the protagonist.

A day had passed, no texts from the mysterious 'M', had taken up my screen, only several texts from a friend, Monica, asking me to meet up with her for coffee tomorrow.

I was worried and confused.

Star gazing typically helped when I was feeling different emotions. So that's what I had decided to do, it brought me peace.

It was a calm night, I was hugging my knees, sitting on top of a blanket I had brought to an abandoned field a couple miles away from my house. Canola had continued to grow in the field year after year, even if no one had come to tend it.

It was comfortable just sitting there, gazing at the millions of gleaming white stars taking over and lighting the black sky. The moon was half full, and had a yellow glow to it. It was simply beautiful.

I wondered if Mom could see the stars where she is.

Smiling at the thought, I let go of my knees and slowly laid myself back, resting my head on my hands.

I had left my phone at home, not wanting to worry about any messages that might have shown up that I wouldn't want to see.

Earlier that day, I had decided I was going to tell someone about this. Not the police or investigators, they would both call me insane.

Who though? That's what I had to figure out.

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"Please, Lia, let me in!" Dominic pleaded, shortening my name. His constant knocking on my bedroom door that evening was annoying the hell out of me, I felt as if I was going to punch someone after a while, might even be him.

After about an hour of stargazing and choice making, I had decided to come back to the house, just to see Dominic talking to Jamie on the couch, the sight of that was enough to make me accidentally break a vase on the way upstairs, causing Dominic to come running after me after muttering goodbyes to Jamie.

"Don't call me that." I snapped, removing my covers from on top of me, and stomping angrily towards the door.

That nickname was already taken.

"Li- wait, why not?" He asked, as the knocking went silent. Letting out a puff of air, I ignored his question and hovered my hand over the doorknob.