~Completed~
'I'm bold.'
'I'm ever confident.'
'I don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks and have to say about me.'
'I'm who I am.'
'I'm Stella Downer.'
That's how it has always been, but what happens when things don't go exactly the way she plan...
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Nicholas Dallas.
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I felt relieved, like all the burdens of my problems had been lifted off me.
I feel like all forms of alcohols should be added in the first aid box because that stuff comes in handy during emergency situations.
I was about to take a gulp from my glass but got interrupted by the buzzing sound of my phone. I looked at the flashing screen and was suprised to see an unknown number.
I felt a bit relieved when I didn't familiarise it as Cheryl's number, I didn't save it but that didn't stop me from recognising it anytime and anywhere...
Even when I'm tipsy.
I just wondered who was calling, maybe someone else interested in shattering the already broken peices of me.
I ignored it but a few seconds later, the same number called again and I picked immediately out of annoyance.
"What the hell do you want?!" I growled at the person on the other end.
"Stella?" The faint but undoubtedly familiar voice called out.
Timothy.
I remembered our last encounter on Saturday, he had left in a rush, he had said that his dad was in a critical condition and I haven't seen or heard from him ever since, I think he was also absent from school today.
"Are you okay? How's your dad doing?" I blurted without even thinking it through. What if he wasn't even the one on the phone?
"Well....he's still a bit unconscious and isn't allowed to have any visitors yet so I can't really tell his condition," he replied.
"But....are you okay?" He asked.
I didn't reply, I just let out a hysterical laugh out of the blue.
"You're asking me if I'm okay?...You guys should really stop asking me that..." I said, in between my loud giggles.
"What's so funny?" He asked, a hint of confusion evident in his voice.
I burst into another laughter.
"Are you home?' He asked.
"No."
"Where are you?"
"Me?"
"Yes, you...ofcourse it's you..."
"Oh, I dunno....somewhere," I replied.
I could tell that I was already getting on his nerves.
"Is everything okay? Are you sure everything is fine?" He asked again before I suddenly losed grip of my phone, it almost fell so I tried to catch it and fumbled with it before putting it back on my ear.
