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Post by DAE THE WRITER on Jun 15, 2016 10:14:38 GMT -6
I sat. Alone and unclean. I felt sick... nauseous.
The room was blank. Except for a phone. I looked down at it and the time wasn't
on. It was dead. I was stuck in a foreign place and the battery was dead.
I looked up--- It said "10 minutes to freedom." My brain broke at those words painful memories arose.
I had a wife--- Jamie--- A daughter--- Alex. I needed to see them. I was in pain.
I felt cuts started to form as I backed away from the phone. I walked towards it and I started to feel better.
I flipped open the phone and I felt a sense of euphoria. I realized what 10 minutes mean. If I stay on the line
for 10 minutes with a number. I dialed a random number and I heard it ringing.
A young man's voice spoke through.
"Hello."
I began to speak trying to think anything important.
"Hello... Hello! My name is... Well, I don't know. I need your help can you stay on the line for 10 minutes."
He said something that made my voice scream because I did not know how to respond.
"Look, man... I have a game to play so can you someone else?"
I began pleading for my life.
"Look! Please you don't even have to speak. Just stay on!" I was screaming.
Those last heart shattering words.
"You know what, I give up, goodbye." I begged and screamed and whaled. And that selfish twat had a "game to play."
He hung up... Now, I've been for what seems like forever. And I don't see an end in sight.
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