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The phone call
written by Rogue_10106:41 AM 12/24/04The joy of laughter fills her ears as she runs around playing a game of tag. She screams with delight and mock fear as her friends runs after her. Outside the rain pours down and hammers the roof, echoing through the room, vibrating through her body. A shrill ring cuts short her sharp laughs and she runs to answer her phone.
She picks it up and looks at the number on the phone screen. A private number is calling. Puzzled, she answers tentatively, breathing hard trying to catch her breath. A small voice speaks in a sad and mournful tone. She nods and walks outside under the veranda and listens intently at the stern voice. A sharp pain sores through her heart as the words form in her mind. She looks at the rain and can imagine monsters jumping out at her from the drops of water.
The pain hits again, as the voice speaks. The fun and good feelings disappear in a rush of sorrow and suffocation. Her body freezes in position and the phone falls from her hand, breaking open as it hits the ground. The door to the hall opens and a boy walks out, breathing hard. Catching his breath he calls her name in a happy voice. Then he sees her face and his voice becomes worried. He glances at the phone on the ground and then sees her suddenly collapse against the wall, tears streaming down her face. He runs to her side and questions her in an urgent voice.
Her face has become contorted and strained. In an instant she howls with pain and tears flood from her face as she writhers and tries to get to her feet. The boy lets her up and gets to his own feet, ready to run after her. She screams at him and pushes him away from her. She bellows insults and turns to face the wall panting hard. Her head falls and rests on the wall. She screams once more and steps back, her face full of rage and sorrow, she turns once more towards the wall and punches as hard as she can.
The boy yells at her to stop but to no avail, her hand crunches against the bricks and she screams falling to the floor, cradling her broken hand. He runs to her side and she takes deep gulps of air and tries to ignore the pain. She says in a defeated voice, “They’re gone.” |
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