I sit beside the phone. Anxiously awaiting your voice on the other line. I'm clinching a razor in my left hand, whilst fidling with a piece of string in the other. A small trikle of blood begins to spill from my left hand, but I've no time for that.
I want to hear your voice. I need to hear your voice.
I'm lost in my thoughts when the phone rings. Once, I reach and retract my hand. Maybe it's not you. Ring two, maybe it is you, I put my hand out again. I answer the phone, it's not you.
"Hi, Uncle Phil. Can I have mom call you back later?"
"Actually," he inserts a long puase, "I was calling to talk to you. Riley told me about-"
"JESUS!" I scream louder than intended, "I'm fine. Leave me the fuck alone." I slam the phone down on the reviever. I realize that the small cut on my left hand has now increased in size and depth. I put some tissues over it and press down hard. The Phone rings again. I've given up on hearing your voice tonight. I go over to my bed and throw myself down. The phone's still ringing. I'll let the answering machine get it. I run the razor over my wrist. The machine clicks.
"Chris, It's me. Sorry it took so long to get back to you." a long pause.
I try to move but I don't want to. I s'pose I'll just listen to the machine. I drag the razor over my wrist once agian. And again, until I fall asleep. Still listening to your voice on the machine
Author notes
Hope it fits your contest <3<3
A contest entry
- Morbidity [well, anything really] by Dirty and Broken.
700 points, ended February 5, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was very good. I wish it was longer though! Then I'd know what had happened next! xDD
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lol, i tried for longer, but i felt the falling asleep part should be the end
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This was interesting,thats all I can say. Good Job.
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thank ju<3<3;;^^
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what the frick?
it's good, but...wow.... -
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O.o welcome...DO I GET BROWNIE POINTS?!?!?!?!?
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