The phone rings too true...

And the phone did ring...Leigh stared at it from accross the room. The distance seemed too long...perfect for running. Perfect for panicing. But Leigh didn't panic even as the phone rang and rang. Then it stopped. Leigh expected the phone to ring off the hook but it didn't...then suddenly the answering machine light was blinking.

Leigh sighed. Got up and smoothed her kimano. It was only an answering machine message. Ofcourse she had gotten a distrubing message before. But this wasn't three am and Mya was already dead. Leigh told herself things could not get worse it just wasn't possible. Everything negative had already occured...statistically speaking things could only get better...But Leigh had never taken a stats course in her life.

Leigh picked up the phone and started dialing the numbers slowly. Achingly slow. The operator asked for her numbers. Leigh pressed them. Then looked at her snowy white walls. It did feel like winter. But the frostbite didn't quite kick in yet...

Luna sniffed into the phone and cried " I don't want say this one the phone. I don't want to say it at all...Just call me. It's Luna"

Leigh felt her breath getting caught in her throat. She sat down on the floor before she started hyperventalating. Ofcourse things were getting worse. Ofcourse they would. They always did. But somehow after everything that happened the hope refused to die. The hope made her want joy. The hope made her seek it. Value it.  What was the point of all this? There was no lesson to be learned. It wasn't making her become a better humbler person. She was tired of lemons and lemonade. Tired of numbly drinking it back. Tell herself things would get better? What if they didn't? What if this was the best her life had to offer?

Leigh laid flat on her back in the corpse position. She blew out that trapped breath and suddenly breathing became effortless. Leigh asked her the question she always tried to ignore : Would today be the day she killed herself? No, No it wouldn't. As long as the hope was alive and kicking so would she. Leigh looked at her stucco ceiling. She stared at it so long it spilt apart into tiny pieces and appeared to move. Leigh pretended it was snowflakes. Falling gracefully. Burying her. Hypothermia would have been a peaceful way to die. Almost like dying in your sleep...

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