It’s been ten days and no word. I was mid-sentence when it happened.
“Oh, have you tried…”
And then nothing. My friends thought I was joking around. “My voice,” I mouthed, but everyone kept shaking their hands and cracking up. “No really. It’s gone!”
No one believed me.
My voicemail is filled with messages from friends and my mom. I can’t return their calls.
“Let’s go out to lunch!”
“Henry, are you there? It’s your mother.”
I’m here and hungry, but I’m a shut in.
I tried to write an email the other day, but the letters disappeared as quickly as I could type them. Tap-tap-tap. Delete-delete-delete.
“Hey,” I yelled, but no one heard me. “Who’s doing that?”
No answer.
I read books, scroll Tumblr and think about telling my best friend I’m in love with her. I can never do it now.
Then I remember Say Anything and John Cusack and the boombox. Then I think of her laughing in my face when I reveal my big secret. I stay home instead.
I eat popcorn and watch Say Anything for the 11th time this week. Wishing life was that easy. That I could simply say anything.
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