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where I felt safe, but it was so quite it was hard to believe that it’s a real place at all. I remember when there use to be music that played in every moment of my day. Laughter that surrounded my every memory, but that too has faded. Even the screaming was better than this silence. Silence was the reminder that I was alone. It’s ironic that I had wished long ago for the screaming to stop… but now I would give anything to hear a scream, a scream that meant they were still here with me.
I returned the big empty house earlier today. I wouldn’t want aunt Jen over reacting because I was a minute late. I know she means well. I hate how I couldn’t even think of this place as home anymore. It had nothing but a bed to offer me. It’s weird to think that just yesterday around this time I was thinking of packing my belongings that could fit in my suitcase and running as far as I could and never letting myself turn back.
I entered the kitchen walked straight for the fridge. There I stared at the yellow piece of paper and was torn in two. I wanted to rip it in to pieces so small there would be no hope in ever reading it again. But a part of me wants to dial that number thinking that the out come couldn’t be worst than what I was facing with right now.
“It’s time to be brave.” I closed my eyes inhaling deeply as if the air could force my to push the numbers on the phone and press talk. “Come on… how can you have enough courage to almost run away, and yet not be brave enough to dale that stupid number.” I was yelling at my self which made me laugh at the whole situation. I’m going crazy. “They’re to different things.” Talking to your self is okay but when you answer that a whole other story.
I dialed the number so quickly( afraid that I would change my mind) that it took my three time to get the right number. I pressed the phone tightly to my ears barely breathing counting to myself how many rings passed by. “ Hey this Chase------. I Can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Beeeeeep. I know it was a possibility that he wouldn’t pick up. I’m kind of glad he didn’t, I didn’t know what I would have said if he did pick up. Which leaves my breathing loudly into the phone until the end beep the sign my time was up.
I’m glad I called, even thought he didn’t pick up just hearing his voice made it worth it. He sounded different not his voice but the way he talked. He sounded older. Yes it’s been a while since I talked to him.
I remember him leaving without even a goodbye. The next day he called like nothing happened, like he didn’t run away leaving me all alone and scared. That’s when I screamed to never call me again that he chose to leave me here, so don’t pretend you care by calling. I told him if he called again the I would hate him more. But it was to late to take those words back I was angry and wanted to hurt him. It ended up hurting me more than I could have imagine. Thinking back I regretted saying those worlds, because of them he didn’t call for almost three years. Three years of silence, three years of wondering, three years of pain. Hearing his voice made all that go way.
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Publication Date: 03-27-2011

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