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Phone Fear

October 10, 2016
By CallMeAria PLATINUM, Vancouver, Other
CallMeAria PLATINUM, Vancouver, Other
30 articles 27 photos 73 comments

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EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON :)


The screen flashes and I absentmindedly touch the message icon,
assuming it’s a message I want to receive.
An old familiar face, but the message is signed not from him, but from her.
The first is mature, civil, almost nice.
I read it once, twice.
My pulse sky-rockets and I numbly place the book I’m reading down,
I feel my breathing getting caught in my throat as I fanatically skim,
skim the words again and again, until
they blur together and my mind struggles to grasp meaning through the waves of panic.
I screenshot, then delete the message. I need to think, need to breath.
Apparently, I am not allowed such luxury, though,
because a second message comes.
This one begins with an insult, and that is all I read.
Fear mingled with anxiety, mingled with anger roars through my blood stream.
With clenched jaw and bated breath, I delete the message, unread.
Why read more? There can’t be good news at the end of the message.
No “Just kidding! Haha. Wrong person!”
I go to the profile.
I’ve never blocked anyone before, but luckily it’s there, written in red.
BLOCK.
I block the profile and the number and delete, delete, delete.
My phone screen lights up again, and I feel the sucker-punch sensation creep back in,
But it’s just a friend. A normal, lovely, non-threatening friend.
I don’t trust my phone anymore, though, I’d rather it not light up at all.
I clutch my phone in a white knuckled hand,
hoping this is the end.


The author's comments:

Unedited, written as I am an anxious mess. 


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on Nov. 13 2016 at 3:11 pm
beyondthesky PLATINUM, Santa Monica, California
34 articles 3 photos 68 comments

Favorite Quote:
It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.
-L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables)

This is so honest and raw...very well written. I hope you're alright though :(