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“No one should spend their 18th birthday party alone!” Allison argued, tone confidently demanding that I give in.
“I’m just ready to spend some time alone.” It was the truth. After all the shit that had recently occurred in my life I felt like being alone was my best option. I knew most of my friends wanted to have some crazy out of control party that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with alcoholic mistakes. I wouldn’t be the reason they did stupid shit.
“You can’t let Frank ruin your life like this.” I could just imagine Allison throwing her arms up in annoyance.
“This has nothing to do with Frank.” Okay, so maybe that was a lie. Frank was my boyfriend. He had been everything I wanted. Then he cheated. He cheated and it hurt. Strangely enough, it didn’t really hurt as much when I woke up today. It actually seemed to matter a lot less. We were just kids. What did I expect from him? Certainly not love.
“Oh, come on.” Allison was an inch away from throwing a full blown tantrum. Our ages didn’t show through our actions. I was ready to grow up. Would my friends let me?
“I’m not interested in partying tonight. I’m spending the night alone. Talk to you tomorrow.” With that I hung up, knowing she would argue until the end of the world.
I loved her but sometimes it was hard to make things clear.
**
It was ten o’clock when the knocking on the door started. I answered, quite peeved. No one was at the door. I stepped out, looking around. No packages, nothing. Though, at ten o’clock at night it would be fairly strange to receive a package.
I started wondering if I was just psyching myself out. It’d been awhile since I’d been home alone. I just went through a ridiculous break up. I’d been listening to violin music for most of the day. Despite how beautiful it was... It still held creepy undertones.
A gentle laugh escaped my lips, “Time to stop being crazy.”
I thought I was starting to relax once again but my body proved me wrong just as the phone rang. I found myself jumping violently. What was I afraid of? It was just me tonight. My parents wouldn’t be home for another week. I had a week to myself! This should be celebrated. I needed to stop being so damn jumpy.
“Hello?” My voice echoed to the other line and I waited for someone to respond.
That someone never did.
“Is anyone there?” I asked, going through the kitchen cupboard. “Listen, I can’t hear you so you probably don’t have a good connection. Call me back!” Then I hung up, hoping it wasn’t an important call.
I pressed a button on my ipod, which was resting on the kitchen counter. “Play Something Country by Brooks & Dunn’ began to play and I grinned. During my freshman year I went through a ‘country’ phase. It was all I would listen to! It’d been too long since I’d listened to country.
I got out some eggs, cinnamon, and bread so that I could make french toast. “Fuck, what am I forgetting?” I glanced at the milk and suddenly changed my mind.
French toast didn’t sound too appetizing anymore.
It took a full ten minutes of looking before my eyes landed on the container of cinnamon rolls. I was always down to cook something that was easily made. All I had to do was pop these babies in to the oven and soon enough they’d be ready to eat!
My stomach grumbled, as if to re-enforce the decision. I’d wasted too much of my life trying to be perfect. I’d gotten fake tans, avoided fattening foods, worn way too much make-up... and for what? To get cheated on.
‘Don’t dwell on it.” I mumbled, realizing that I talked to myself way too much. It was all I could do to keep myself from crying tonight.
I was growing up.
Growing up was hard to do.
The phone rang again, temporarily side-tracking me.
“Hello?” I’d regained some of the pep I used to have in my voice.
Who would’ve known all it took was the thought of eating deliciously gooey cinnamon rolls?
I could hear someone breathing quietly but the person didn’t say anything.
“Hello?” I repeated, figuring they probably hadn’t heard me.
The breathing grew louder and the back of my neck began to get goose bumps. “Hello?” This time my voice sounded a little less calm and a lot more... panicked?
Why was a little bit of breathing suddenly creeping me out so much?
The person on the other end of the line let out a quiet laugh which grew, until the sound was too much and I had to pull the receiver away from my ear. Without another thought I hung up, checking the caller ID.
The last two calls I’d received were unknown. I hated that despite having caller ID, a lot of the incoming calls were ‘unknown’. It wasn’t that surprising though. A heavy breathing, ridiculously loud laugher wouldn’t generally leave a call back number.
My anger grew as I placed the cinnamon rolls on to a baking sheet, pre-heating the oven. I picked the phone up again, dialing the number I knew by heart.
It rang a few times before the familiar voice spoke. “What’s up?”
“I don’t appreciate you prank calling me Frank. I know you’re upset but... can’t we just get over this?” I was exhausted. Drama took it’s toll and I was done. I wanted to be done with it. Frank was the only one I could think of that would prank call me. I’d been kind of harsh when I broke up with him. The cheating was just the last straw though. I couldn’t take our relationship any further.
“I didn’t prank call you.” Frank shot back, taking a deep breath. “I wouldn’t prank call you. I’m not that immature.”
“But?” With Frank there was always a ‘but’.
“But Mikey might’ve.” Frank said, letting out a giant sigh. “I’ll call him and tell him to stop, if he is the one doing it.”
“Thanks.”
It was silent for a second but then Frank spoke again. “Happy birthday Kass.”
I looked around the kitchen, feeling lonely suddenly. “Thank you.” Despite having dated Frank for the previous ten months of my life that was the most I could think of to say.
“I regret what I did.”
“I don’t-“ I paused, biting my bottom lip. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“I do.”
“You can apologize a million times but it doesn’t change what happened. It doesn’t lessen the pain and it sure as hell doesn’t make it okay.” I didn’t know what he wanted from me. “So, what good does talking about it do?”
“It-“ Frank started but I cut him off.
“It makes you feel better about yourself. I’m sorry that you feel like shit for what you did but tonight is my birthday. I’m going to take tonight to bow from the crowd. I’m done with all of the drama and I’m done apologizing for how people feel. You made your own decisions Frank. I can’t make you feel better about them.”
“You were always the more mature one.” Frank finally said after a pause. “I think you just went from 17 to 30.”
I couldn’t tell if he was attempting to insult me or making a lame joke so I decided to ignore the comment altogether. “Goodnight Frank.”
“Night.” Once the word left his lips I pressed the ‘end call’ button and put my cinnamon rolls in the oven. I needed them more than ever now because that conversation left me feeling isolated from all of the people I used to be friends with.
Tonight I felt lonely.
I figured that feeling was going to last past tonight.
Just as I reached the living room the phone rang again. I looked down at the caller ID, expecting Frank to be calling back. He was never one to just let things go...
Instead it was an unknown number again.
I didn’t answer.
Tonight was going to be relaxing, even if I had to unplug the damn home phone.
I only had a few moments of peace before the phone began to ring again. Out of annoyance I answered, hoping someone would say something.
“What?” I asked, allowing my complete annoyance to show clearly through my tone.
“What are you wearing?” A lust filled voice asked.
“Frank, this is not funny!” I yelled, hanging up.
It had to be Frank.
He knew I had a thing for horror movies. We would always laugh whenever the caller asked that stupid, ridiculously annoying question... We’d talked about it a million or so times.
It had to be Frank.
It had to be.
The phone rang again. I quickly picked it up, “I’m sorry Frank.” The apology fell from my lips as I realized Frank might have just been attempting to be funny.
“This isn’t Frank.” The deep voice replied.
“Who... is this?” I asked, hesitating over asking the question. Everything inside of me was telling me to hang up.
“Not Frank.” The man sounded amused.
I wasn’t amused though. “Yeah, I got that. Do you have a name?”
He seemed to think it over for a second. “I do.” He finally replied.
“That being?”
“You can call me Grey.” The man responded, tone suddenly flat.
“Your name is Grey?” I couldn’t recall ever knowing anyone named Grey.
Maybe it was a last name? No, that still didn’t ring any bells...
”She’s a lady and laddddiieeesss shouldn’t be messed with.” Suddenly ‘Grey’ was singing in to my ear.
“Grey?” He seemed to be zoning out.
“Yeah?”
Maybe he was just lonely, calling random numbers to find someone to talk to. “Why do you keep calling me?”
“My name isn’t really Grey.” He chuckled. “That’s my favorite color.”
“Cool...” I didn’t really know what to say to him and I didn’t want to be rude.
“You know what my second favorite color is?” Grey asked.
“No, what?” It couldn’t hurt to play along for a few minutes. He did sound incredibly lonely... I knew what that was like.
“Red.” Grey whispered, “Blood red.”
Okay, that was creepy. “Red is an okay color.” Just play it cool. Get him off of the phone.
“Can I see your red?”
“I’m not sure what you mean...”
“Your blood. Can I see it?” His tone took on an excited edge.
I went silent as my heart began to beat just a little faster.
“Do you sing?” He asked.
“N-no.” I choked out, attempting to regain my composure.
“Sad.” I heard a noise in the background and then he spoke clearly, losing any kindness he’d had in his tone before. “I’d love to hear you sing to me while I cut open your body and look inside...”
**
(This is something I randomly wrote. I decided to post it to see if anyone enjoys reading it or has any feedback for me, as to whether it’s a good idea or not. I’m not even sure I’ll continue it and if I do, I’m not sure when. If anyone happens to like it then let me know. =D )
“I’m just ready to spend some time alone.” It was the truth. After all the shit that had recently occurred in my life I felt like being alone was my best option. I knew most of my friends wanted to have some crazy out of control party that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with alcoholic mistakes. I wouldn’t be the reason they did stupid shit.
“You can’t let Frank ruin your life like this.” I could just imagine Allison throwing her arms up in annoyance.
“This has nothing to do with Frank.” Okay, so maybe that was a lie. Frank was my boyfriend. He had been everything I wanted. Then he cheated. He cheated and it hurt. Strangely enough, it didn’t really hurt as much when I woke up today. It actually seemed to matter a lot less. We were just kids. What did I expect from him? Certainly not love.
“Oh, come on.” Allison was an inch away from throwing a full blown tantrum. Our ages didn’t show through our actions. I was ready to grow up. Would my friends let me?
“I’m not interested in partying tonight. I’m spending the night alone. Talk to you tomorrow.” With that I hung up, knowing she would argue until the end of the world.
I loved her but sometimes it was hard to make things clear.
**
It was ten o’clock when the knocking on the door started. I answered, quite peeved. No one was at the door. I stepped out, looking around. No packages, nothing. Though, at ten o’clock at night it would be fairly strange to receive a package.
I started wondering if I was just psyching myself out. It’d been awhile since I’d been home alone. I just went through a ridiculous break up. I’d been listening to violin music for most of the day. Despite how beautiful it was... It still held creepy undertones.
A gentle laugh escaped my lips, “Time to stop being crazy.”
I thought I was starting to relax once again but my body proved me wrong just as the phone rang. I found myself jumping violently. What was I afraid of? It was just me tonight. My parents wouldn’t be home for another week. I had a week to myself! This should be celebrated. I needed to stop being so damn jumpy.
“Hello?” My voice echoed to the other line and I waited for someone to respond.
That someone never did.
“Is anyone there?” I asked, going through the kitchen cupboard. “Listen, I can’t hear you so you probably don’t have a good connection. Call me back!” Then I hung up, hoping it wasn’t an important call.
I pressed a button on my ipod, which was resting on the kitchen counter. “Play Something Country by Brooks & Dunn’ began to play and I grinned. During my freshman year I went through a ‘country’ phase. It was all I would listen to! It’d been too long since I’d listened to country.
I got out some eggs, cinnamon, and bread so that I could make french toast. “Fuck, what am I forgetting?” I glanced at the milk and suddenly changed my mind.
French toast didn’t sound too appetizing anymore.
It took a full ten minutes of looking before my eyes landed on the container of cinnamon rolls. I was always down to cook something that was easily made. All I had to do was pop these babies in to the oven and soon enough they’d be ready to eat!
My stomach grumbled, as if to re-enforce the decision. I’d wasted too much of my life trying to be perfect. I’d gotten fake tans, avoided fattening foods, worn way too much make-up... and for what? To get cheated on.
‘Don’t dwell on it.” I mumbled, realizing that I talked to myself way too much. It was all I could do to keep myself from crying tonight.
I was growing up.
Growing up was hard to do.
The phone rang again, temporarily side-tracking me.
“Hello?” I’d regained some of the pep I used to have in my voice.
Who would’ve known all it took was the thought of eating deliciously gooey cinnamon rolls?
I could hear someone breathing quietly but the person didn’t say anything.
“Hello?” I repeated, figuring they probably hadn’t heard me.
The breathing grew louder and the back of my neck began to get goose bumps. “Hello?” This time my voice sounded a little less calm and a lot more... panicked?
Why was a little bit of breathing suddenly creeping me out so much?
The person on the other end of the line let out a quiet laugh which grew, until the sound was too much and I had to pull the receiver away from my ear. Without another thought I hung up, checking the caller ID.
The last two calls I’d received were unknown. I hated that despite having caller ID, a lot of the incoming calls were ‘unknown’. It wasn’t that surprising though. A heavy breathing, ridiculously loud laugher wouldn’t generally leave a call back number.
My anger grew as I placed the cinnamon rolls on to a baking sheet, pre-heating the oven. I picked the phone up again, dialing the number I knew by heart.
It rang a few times before the familiar voice spoke. “What’s up?”
“I don’t appreciate you prank calling me Frank. I know you’re upset but... can’t we just get over this?” I was exhausted. Drama took it’s toll and I was done. I wanted to be done with it. Frank was the only one I could think of that would prank call me. I’d been kind of harsh when I broke up with him. The cheating was just the last straw though. I couldn’t take our relationship any further.
“I didn’t prank call you.” Frank shot back, taking a deep breath. “I wouldn’t prank call you. I’m not that immature.”
“But?” With Frank there was always a ‘but’.
“But Mikey might’ve.” Frank said, letting out a giant sigh. “I’ll call him and tell him to stop, if he is the one doing it.”
“Thanks.”
It was silent for a second but then Frank spoke again. “Happy birthday Kass.”
I looked around the kitchen, feeling lonely suddenly. “Thank you.” Despite having dated Frank for the previous ten months of my life that was the most I could think of to say.
“I regret what I did.”
“I don’t-“ I paused, biting my bottom lip. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
“I do.”
“You can apologize a million times but it doesn’t change what happened. It doesn’t lessen the pain and it sure as hell doesn’t make it okay.” I didn’t know what he wanted from me. “So, what good does talking about it do?”
“It-“ Frank started but I cut him off.
“It makes you feel better about yourself. I’m sorry that you feel like shit for what you did but tonight is my birthday. I’m going to take tonight to bow from the crowd. I’m done with all of the drama and I’m done apologizing for how people feel. You made your own decisions Frank. I can’t make you feel better about them.”
“You were always the more mature one.” Frank finally said after a pause. “I think you just went from 17 to 30.”
I couldn’t tell if he was attempting to insult me or making a lame joke so I decided to ignore the comment altogether. “Goodnight Frank.”
“Night.” Once the word left his lips I pressed the ‘end call’ button and put my cinnamon rolls in the oven. I needed them more than ever now because that conversation left me feeling isolated from all of the people I used to be friends with.
Tonight I felt lonely.
I figured that feeling was going to last past tonight.
Just as I reached the living room the phone rang again. I looked down at the caller ID, expecting Frank to be calling back. He was never one to just let things go...
Instead it was an unknown number again.
I didn’t answer.
Tonight was going to be relaxing, even if I had to unplug the damn home phone.
I only had a few moments of peace before the phone began to ring again. Out of annoyance I answered, hoping someone would say something.
“What?” I asked, allowing my complete annoyance to show clearly through my tone.
“What are you wearing?” A lust filled voice asked.
“Frank, this is not funny!” I yelled, hanging up.
It had to be Frank.
He knew I had a thing for horror movies. We would always laugh whenever the caller asked that stupid, ridiculously annoying question... We’d talked about it a million or so times.
It had to be Frank.
It had to be.
The phone rang again. I quickly picked it up, “I’m sorry Frank.” The apology fell from my lips as I realized Frank might have just been attempting to be funny.
“This isn’t Frank.” The deep voice replied.
“Who... is this?” I asked, hesitating over asking the question. Everything inside of me was telling me to hang up.
“Not Frank.” The man sounded amused.
I wasn’t amused though. “Yeah, I got that. Do you have a name?”
He seemed to think it over for a second. “I do.” He finally replied.
“That being?”
“You can call me Grey.” The man responded, tone suddenly flat.
“Your name is Grey?” I couldn’t recall ever knowing anyone named Grey.
Maybe it was a last name? No, that still didn’t ring any bells...
”She’s a lady and laddddiieeesss shouldn’t be messed with.” Suddenly ‘Grey’ was singing in to my ear.
“Grey?” He seemed to be zoning out.
“Yeah?”
Maybe he was just lonely, calling random numbers to find someone to talk to. “Why do you keep calling me?”
“My name isn’t really Grey.” He chuckled. “That’s my favorite color.”
“Cool...” I didn’t really know what to say to him and I didn’t want to be rude.
“You know what my second favorite color is?” Grey asked.
“No, what?” It couldn’t hurt to play along for a few minutes. He did sound incredibly lonely... I knew what that was like.
“Red.” Grey whispered, “Blood red.”
Okay, that was creepy. “Red is an okay color.” Just play it cool. Get him off of the phone.
“Can I see your red?”
“I’m not sure what you mean...”
“Your blood. Can I see it?” His tone took on an excited edge.
I went silent as my heart began to beat just a little faster.
“Do you sing?” He asked.
“N-no.” I choked out, attempting to regain my composure.
“Sad.” I heard a noise in the background and then he spoke clearly, losing any kindness he’d had in his tone before. “I’d love to hear you sing to me while I cut open your body and look inside...”
**
(This is something I randomly wrote. I decided to post it to see if anyone enjoys reading it or has any feedback for me, as to whether it’s a good idea or not. I’m not even sure I’ll continue it and if I do, I’m not sure when. If anyone happens to like it then let me know. =D )
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