Shadows danced on the far wall, withering and shifting in rhythmic patterns. On the bed, a young lady lay atop the flowered covers, her eyes dark and glassy from the light of the moon shining through the window. Her lips parted as a sigh escaped in a breath, her eyes snapping up to the clock on her bedside table.
11:59 p.m.
She slid her hands under her pillow and rolled onto her stomach. She had been in bed since 9:00p.m., but had yet to actually fall asleep. Three hours of watching the games that occurred on her walls, thinking, dreaming, wishing… and she was still here, still lying awake in her bed.
Alone.
“You beautiful girl… I love you more than anything. You hear me? More than anything in the entire world,” she heard him whisper. Closing her eyes against the thoughts, she stifled a whimper. To want something so bad, to be willing to give up everything for it, it hurt. It hurt, when one knew that it would not be appreciated, was not appreciated.
“I love you, too,” she whispered, and behind her closed lids, she saw him smile and take her in his arms.
Just then her phone went off, blasting the lyrics and rhythm of her favorite song into the otherwise quiet night. Panicking, she hit silent before the rest of her family was woken up, then looked at the clock again.
1:06a.m.
Who would be calling her so early?
She looked at her silenced phone again, and read the name.
WHO IS IT
I NEED TO KNOW
ADSLKJDKLFJ @@!!1!!11!