Texts. Missed calls. Voicemails.
They pile up on my screen like a multi-car collision on the turnpike.
Yesterday 12:48 AM
Andrew
Where did you go
Allison. Answer me
Yesterday 1:36 AM
Please don’t do this
There’s drunks out tonight
You have me so fucking scared
At least tell me you’re safe
Yesterday 2:56 AM
Allison please
I’m losing my mind here
This is scaring the shit out of me
Please text me one word
Text me a middle finger
A dot
Yesterday 4:28 AM
I'm gonna be at my house so you can go to the penthouse in case you don't wanna see me. But if you want to come here, I'll leave the basement door unlocked for you just in case. You can come in and go straight to sleep. We don't gotta talk. We don't gotta say one fucking word. Let me hold you if you want. I just need to know you're somewhere safe, Allison. I can't stomach this. I'm begging you to come back. Please
The texts keep going.
So I turn off my phone.
And my screen goes black.
// JAN 04 //
I haven’t eaten.
I haven’t showered.
I haven’t gotten out of this bed.
I've never felt so feelingless,
with nothing for thoughts.
Still, my lungs keep expanding, my heart keeps beating despite being in this slump. They're both psyched into believing I'm somewhat alive.