Sept 10,2017
  Her roof

  Carla could hear glasses shattering from downstairs, she could hear yelling and cries, some yelling followed, but she didn't care, her headphone that sat on the table beside her bed replaced their sounds by some loud music.

Her head bobs up and down, her mouth mumbling the words drifting in her mind, imaging the word with characters and letting herself drown to another dimension of her world.

They have trued everything since the past years, to let her out of the room she calls home. They once said that her young sister died, she was put to her place hearing them talk how she died with a feigned cries and sad voices, they then tried by her mom's giving birth to a handsome boy, she had the urge to go out that day, but when everything started to play again, she then again sat with her headphones on and some chocolates by her hand. The most that tricked her to out and her unfeigned sadness set her to chaos was when her older brother which she used to love more than anyone and anything was telling her that he was moving to Australia for some leading stuff, she remembered her crying by the door, controlling and resisting to get out and beg him not to. What she didn't know was that he was there that day waiting for her to get out by the door, hearing her soft sobs but couldn't speak to her. Later when it was late, he drove to where he said he will.

A glass of hers broke when she cracked it with the wall, tears brimming her eyes. No matter how much she cried, no matter how many tears flow, there were always some tears left behind her pale eyes, as if they know she would cry sometime again.

She wanted to pour blood, she wanted to tear herself apart, she always wanted to cur her flesh, ending the pain that course in her mind buzzing every now abd then. Her life was meaningless, she never loved it, a part of always wanted to hurt her, as much she hated herself though, she didn't want to die. She, perhaps, wanted to end the pain but she never liked the word death, she hated it. But the want to have an idyllic life was erupting every now and then, burning what has left from the ashes of her heart.

The moon that once shined bright was never there that night, making Carla despise the idea of her coming to the house early, she didn't know why she done it today. Not caring to the pain she felt every now and then when the glass of the broken jar cut her barefoot, she climbed the path to the roof of her room, her home, weed in hand and her usual white headphone on neck while on the other hand she held her phone, looking at the sky, so dark and black.

A smile made it's way on her face, brightening her face, when she thought about the sky black, she never liked it shining and blue with clouds happily dancing on beside it. Black was made for the sky, after all it was sad, and today no one was shining to make it a little bright, she loved it that way.

The clouds made her sad, jealous and angry.

Then after a while she heared a beep, a bright light illuminating from her phone. She weirdly took a look at it with a scold on her face, as she never had someone who remembered her let alone text and call her.

Even though she has changed her number, anyone was able to find her number if they wanted to, technology was made for such things, the thought made her angry. Even with the weed chased her mind for a while she could still feel the buzzes that occurred every now and then.

Maybe her flying high like a kite was what made her reply to the unknown number with a spooky text, or maybe she wanted to be relived even for the night, or maybe she was happy someone was texting her, and even though she knew she will defiantly regret it when tomorrow comes and she's pulled out the space she now think she's at, she wanted to talk to someone for after what feels like decade.

Unknown number

Wrd?!

Her

Who?!

Who do you think

Looks like Satan has escaped hell after all.

Haha, I didn't know you speak

I am still not speaking

You know what I mean

Do I really?!

Owk, you are one stubborn

You are mistakenly talking to a person you do not know.

I do know you

Likewise

Haha, your funny, good to know

Is this supposed to be a prank your friends pull

I don't think I have friends

She waited for a second, thinking what she would wright for the first time before quickly typing before she could change her mind, something she would regret.

Looks like I found my match.

Wooo, that's hard.

To be your match.

How so

I for at least talk

And I for at the very least type

Touché

Don't you ask how I get number and stuff

I will pass that part, for I do not really wanna know

Why

Speaking of why, why are you texting me?!

To be honest with you, you kind of seem interesting, and you indeed are.

Haha, if that was a jock, you're out of my league

I was wondering if I texted the right person now.

Good, cause you better be.

I am still out of your league though

I'll pass that one.

Who are you really?!

Is that a question?! Who did you text to with a freaking 'Wyd?!'

I meant to say, what are you hiding?! Who are you behind that mask.

I might ask you the same question.

You don't even know me.

I could tell you are one of my kind, and to be frank with you, I don't want to know you.

Why

You ask lots of question for a person who should answer a simple question.

I'll answer that question of yours if you answered this.

Who are you?!

I am not going to simply answer you question, I don't even know you.

I go to the same school you go to, and I am in almost all your classes.

Good reason not to answer that question of yours.

Hey! You cheated.

Have I now, I don't remember having a link with someone.

I assume you don't have a link to anyone.

She didn't want to reply after then. She was busted and it was killing her, but Carla can't erase what was types to be her faith and she can't seem to deny that texting someone after long time had somewhat brought her joy, even if it was a plenty if it.

Hey! You there?!

I am sorry if I said any inappropriate words.

Hello, earth to the art of interest.

Owk, I'll text to next morning, I think you're asleep. Goodnight sunshine.

A warmth flowed inside the heart of Carla, then anger bloom in that head if hers too. Sunshine wasn't made for her, sunshine was what she hated the most, but it makes sense doesn't it, she hated herself more.

She sent herself to sleep, reading the texts again and again, missing it already, for she knows she would never be able to text him or her again. And even though the final decision was made, and she promised not to ever text him/her again, a little part of her knew she would, if not today, tomorrow, and if not then, she would text the person one day.
__________To be continued_______
Have any idea who the unknown number is?!