GrazerInANutshell
"Come on Y/N! You've gotta have a little fight in ya!" Deanna said, 'teasing' me once again. At this point, I was on the floor, knees scraped, eyes blurry, and shaky knees. In case you're wondering, no, I am not strong enough to defend myself and apparently that goes for all the bystanders.
I needed to call Amber. She was the only person in this world I could communicate to after... the incident. I began entering her number on a nearby pay phone. "Amber! It's me, Y/N. They're back and I'm barely able to be walking, please help me!" I say, wiping my tears on the sleeves of my hoodie. (Or sweater, shirt, etc.) "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that but.. you've got the wrong number." The anonymous person said. Oh god. "Well, what's your name?" I asked for no reason. "Jack. Jack Dylan Grazer." As I was about to greet myself, my time ran out.