I'm home alone. I put on an
away message telling people to
call me, I was tired of staring at the
computer screen and waiting for somebody to come
online. The
phone rings... could it be, somebody cares? I soon find out that while
somebody cares, it's not destined to be for me, as I find myself talking to a
teenaged girl who I don't know...
"Hello?"
"Uh...hi...is
Brenda there?"
"No, but this is Brendan, you can talk to me if you want."
Confusion.
"What? Uh...no. I want to talk to Brenda, can I?"
"I told you, no. She can't talk right now. But talk to me?"
"....Why can't Brenda talk? She isn't really there, is she? I mean, are you
telling the truth?"
"I had to kill her. She's buried in the back yard. Now talk to me, dammit. How are you?"
Laughter. What a quick one, finally figuring out it's really a wrong number. Only took a minute or two.
"I think
you're lying."
"You're right. I was lying the whole time. Brenda really is here. Bye."
Why couldn't somebody interesting get the wrong number and call me? Or... why couldn't somebody have the right number and been meaning to call me? Hmmm... maybe they lost my number... better go change that away message.