1 NEW MESSAGE
by
Dipayan Chatterjee
It's been
almost an hour. I am still waiting for her reply. My eyes are peeled on the
screen of my phone. Every tick of the digital clock heightening the beat of my
pulsating heart. I try to form up some saliva inside my now dry mouth to wet my
splintering throat. My hands fidgeting at the mere thought of getting a reply from her. The usual message tone
reverberating inside my ears anticipating when it will actually ring. I sit
patiently on my bed....staring at my phone without battering my eyes...or at
least I try.
For the last
13 days, she has been texting me exactly at 2.35 am. It's always just a simple
message- “Hi!!” I tried hard to fight the temptation of replying back to her...every
time I would pick up the phone, type a message and then delete it. I just
didn't know what she would reply in return. But tonight I just couldn't stop myself
anymore. I JUST FU**ING CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! It's eating me inside. I have
to know. I NEED TO KNOW! But there is still no reply!
I have
thought a lot about it for the last 13 nights. I thought her phone was still
inside her pockets. Hell...I know her phone was still inside her pockets when I
buried her dismembered body deep beneath the earth. Her phone should be out of power
by now. I even chopped off her hands and all her fingers! It can't be her. It
just FU**ING can't be HER! She is fu**ing dead! But who is texting me then?
It's her number....it's the exact time I killed her....It has to be her! No! It
just can't be! Did someone else find her phone? Did she.....
TING!! 1 NEW
MESSAGE!
I snap out of
my maniacal thoughts and stare calmly at the phone. I unlock the
phone...holding it firmly in my trembling hands. I tap the message notification,
restlessly waiting for it to open! Then I see it... a smiley face! A fu**ing
happy smiley face! What the F**K?? WHO THE F**K IS THIS!
I freeze in
my seat hearing the door squeaking open. FUCK! The spare key was also in her
pockets!!
END
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