Missed Calls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


when reality hits you, it’s a truck.

Submitted: March 26, 2018

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Missed Calls

When he woke, he knew today was the day he was going to end his life. He’d had it all planned out, he’d drive to the nearby bridge and jump. In his mind he knew nobody cared. He’d been seeking solace in his friends for years and nobody had batted their eyes at his pain. He drove to the bridge and got out of his car, pulled out his phone and called his best friend. No answer. So he left a message, “Hey, whatever reason you couldn’t come to the phone I’m sure it’s important. I just wanted to tell you thanks for everything.” He hung up, dropped his phone on the bridge behind him, and fell forward. Boom, he hit, dying immediately. He saw a flash on his way down. People crying over his grave, he was wrong, they did care. A smile struck his face before the ground. He woke again, from his bed and realized it was a dream. He cried at his dream and called his best friend. When it picked up, it was his friends wife. Her voice was so blank. “Hello? Oh, hi, Jim. Damian...,” her voice began to quiver. “He’s dead! He shot himself in he night! I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” She hung up. Jim sat on his bed and remembered that Damian didn’t pick up the phone in his dream. They’d had the same idea. Who would have thought?


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