Wrong number

All fiction!!! (or not... just kidding. Or not.) +18 may contain sensitive content!!! Read at your own risk. 

note: (Updated!! Don't worry, nothing has changed, I just edited the language of the text and lengthened the ending a bit.) 

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—---Wrong Number—--

It was another quiet night. It was around 2-3 am. He was sitting in his 1+1, small, and at the same time very messy house. He was sprawled on his couch where he spent eighty percent of the day. There wasn't much in the house anyway. An armchair, a TV a table in front of it. The table was covered with beer bottles, a half-eaten pizza... As bad as the table was, there was just as much garbage on the floor, but who cares, he wasn't going to bring anyone home anyway, so what can we say if he was so comfortable? A kitchen adjoining the living room, a small bathroom and a bed on the floor that he never sleeps on, and that's it. no eyesores, no distracting colors. The window curtains were closed all day so everything was mostly black and gray. He changed the channel on the TV, then leaned forward, picked up the pack of cigarettes on the table and lit himself a joint. There was nothing on TV. He picked up his phone. as soon as he turned it on a notification came in. from an unknown number. He opened the message box and read the message.

--Hello, is this the panic support hotline?

                                                                     I'm sorry, wrong number-

He hung up the phone and put it aside. He wasn't expecting any more messages, but the notifications keep coming stubbornly on his phone. He picks up his phone again in a hurry to turn off the notifications, but pauses. He glances at the messages on the main screen of his phone, unintentionally, and finally, succumbing to his curiosity, he decides to answer the messages.

- ah

- I got it.

- I really shouldn't have written to you without knowing.

- I'll stop bothering you.

                                                             It's okay, I was just kidding. Is something wrong?-

- Why?

- Why do you care? You have no connection with me.

- No one cares about me.

- no one loves me.

- I'm nothing.

                                                                    Everyone is important-

- I think it's good that you think like that…

- Don't worry, I won't do anything.

- For now...

                                       Do you want to talk?... if you want to tho.-

Please say no and don't bother me at night. Why do I think that. I had decided to answer. I could ignore it by closing the phone or blocking the number. 

There was no message for a while. There was no message at all.

                                                 Are you there?-

                                           Is everything okay?-

      Say something and I can put you through to that panic line.-

After waiting for a while, the message finally arrives.

- Man, you're really, really stubborn.

-- I mean.

--very

-- sooooooooooooooooooo

- Funny

                                                              How are you now? -

- uhh umm?

- I'm fine.

- I feel a little dizzy.

- it's like...

- v e r t i g o

- Isn't that a cool word haha

                                            you have to go to the hospital.-

-I don't want to.

- It's very cold there.

- There's nothing there.

- It's no fun.

- I can't stand it anymore.

- I told you that, didn't I?

- if there was an accident…

- Do you understand?

-ha ha..

      At least it's warmer in the hospital than where you are.-

                                                                         Are you there?-

- Oh, I'm sorry. I fainted for a moment.

- What were you saying?

- Oh, I can scroll up and read the right messages.

- How stupid of me.

- But there's too much white. The messages are so white I can't read them...

          Are you high right now? I don't think you can think straight. -

- I'm perfectly fine.

- I think I'm thinking straight:

- I'm tired of being alone.

- talking to no one but myself.

- to see nothing but my own reflection.

- But I think I'm talking to you right now.

- but you'll go.

- even if you don't go, you'll die like other people.

- It's a nightmare.

- You're sick of me already, aren't you?

- I have no idea what's going on out there these days.

- I haven't checked the news. Is there a new president? I can't even remember who the last one was.

- But what does it matter? I'm just an ant in the eyes of political men.

- I barely even exist.

He was disgusted, he didn't know why, but at the same time he couldn't stop texting. There was one thing for sure. He felt pity for this person he was talking to. Not in a good way, on the contrary, he despised her.

                                                                                           Can you give me your address? -

- Oh, I see. If I give you my address, you'll send help, right? 

- You're smarter than I expected.

                                                                            Where do you live, at least country, city?-

There was no answer. He checked the phone number. From the phone number he decided that they lived in the same country. In this case, he could easily find her location from the phone number, all he had to do was make a phone call, but it was obvious that the person he was talking to was not in their right mind, and if he found her location and his destination turned out to be a crime scene, he would have to deal with it.

                                                                                                       Are you high right now?-

no answer again. He suddenly changed his mind. He called someone on the phone, the phone rang twice and quickly the other person picked up the phone and his voice was heard 

“Hello?”

“I'm going to send you a phone number and I'm waiting for your location. If it's too far from where I live, fuck it.”

“I'll send it to you in 5 minutes.”

the phone went off

as he said 5 minutes later a notification came through. he looked at the location on the phone it was a motel not too far away, in fact it was a very close drive. he stood up and threw on a leathery jacket. he grabbed the keys to the car and the house and left the house. he was filthy and he knew it. He jumped in the car and started driving to the location at the same time he opened the message box and started texting again.

                                                                                                                   Are you still here?-

                                                                                          So you're just gonna ignore me?-

                                                                                   I'll call if you don't text me any more.-

There's no answer. After 5-10 minutes he pulled up in front of the motel. He got out of the car and dialed the number at the same time he was walking to the entrance of the motel. He was calling but for some reason he was one hundred percent sure that he would not get an answer. With the phone to his ear, he walked to the official at the entrance of the motel. The phone kept ringing but there was no answer.

“Hello, I'm looking for someone staying in this motel, she's not picking up my calls.” After a while, the voice of the person you are calling could not be reached was heard from the phone. The man standing at the entrance of the motel didn't seem to care much. He called the same number once again. The man at the entrance was a man who was tired of seeing people, who had become a pile of fat from sitting in the hut all day, who was trying to make himself look dangerous. How do I know? You can tell by the look on his face. It was like he was saying, "Don't mess with my motel. While I was thinking about that, the guy started saying something like “In the name of the confidentiality of our motel...” and I didn't listen to the rest. Sometimes people talk so much shit. Fuck the confidentiality of the motel. I was about to ignore the guy and check all the rooms in the motel when the phone answered. I put the phone to my ear. I didn't say anything and listened. in the background it sounded like a woman was breathing heavily in the background. I couldn't hear it, so I turned up the volume and put the phone back to my ear. Just as soon as I heard what sounded like crying, my ears started ringing. I moved the phone away from my ear. When my head stopped throbbing, I stopped and looked at the man at the entrance. He had heard the sound too, but not through the phone. The sound echoed everywhere and the man's eyes were wide and he was trying to understand what was happening. I made the first move and ran towards the room where the sound was coming from. I was sure which room the sound was coming from. I wasn't running because I was worried. No, I would have loved to walk in such a situation, but then the man at the door would have thought something strange was going on.

I ran, followed by the man sitting at the front. I was still wondering how that man could run with his size. I came to the entrance of the room and force the door. It was locked. I took a step back and kicked the door, it was broken. As soon as the door opened, I stepped inside. The fat man in the back couldn't even get in, and as soon as he saw the scene, he covered his mouth and was about to vomit. I turned around and said calmly, “Call an ambulance.” The guy didn't move. “Are you deaf or something? Call the fucking ambulance!” I yelled and the guy finally came to his senses and ran away. A few more people came out the door from the motel. "Everybody get in your rooms. There's nothing to worry about." As much as people didn't trust me, they didn't dare to approach the room or approach me. Who cared.

 I went inside and then I closed the door slightly. It was broken and it was not closing properly. anyway I went a little further inside and there was a woman lying on the floor with her head smashed in. She had shot herself in the head. I grimaced and turned my head. She had a gun in one hand and a phone in the other and I realized that the phone was still working. I took out my phone and ended the call. Then I took her phone with a napkin. I instinctively thought of deleting all our first texts or calls. Then I remembered that he had told the man at the entrance that he had accidentally texted or called her. The police would definitely take everyone's statement and that was it. 

I took a look at the messages, there was nothing troubling, I had called twice. There was no problem. I walked inside, jumped over the woman lying on the floor. There was a table on the right with a mirror in front of it. Just above the table was a small transparent package with a white powder inside. I took the package and put it in my pocket. Then I quickly checked the drawers. I was looking for money.  Even if it wasn't a large amount, it had to be money. Especially if she was staying in a motel. For the last time I thought of opening the drawer next to the bed and found a wad of cash. It was more than I expected. As I passed by the woman lying on the floor, I took out my phone and took a picture of her, then sent it to the secret folder in case the cops checked the phone. Finally I found myself outside. It was an open motel. It wasn't like an apartment building. It was more like the places you find on the beach, all the doors leading to the outside. I realized I liked this kind of place. As soon as I got outside, I lit a cigarette and the doorman came in. “Did you call?” I asked him, “they are on their way...” he said briefly, then he waited for a while as if he wanted to speak but couldn't. Finally he decided to speak “Is he dead...?” I took a deep drag from the cigarette “I didn't look.” The man was surprised. “Excuse me?” “I didn't look because she shot himself in the head and there's no way she could have survived.” the man hesitated but just nodded.

The rest of the night went just like I said, I had just finished my cigarette when the police came. Of course, as soon as they arrived, they talked to the man at the door and he told them what happened, at least what he knew. Then they questioned me, who was still in front of the door, as the second person. I told them briefly that I had received a message from a number I didn't know and that I was worried and came here. I didn't expect the question “How did you know she would be here?”  I said I had acquaintances, I couldn't think of any other excuse at that moment, I just told the truth, I didn't care much. In the end, no matter how suspicious they were, they said I was innocent and sent me away. After all, I hadn't killed anyone, at least not the woman in that hotel, everything was clear.

 After I left the police, I got in my car and started driving around, the window was slightly open and I was smoking my second cigarette. I didn't feel like going home so I just drove around and at the same time I was thinking. As much as it bothered me, I had a lot in common with that girl. I always thought about the idea of suicide, I could blow my own head off if I wanted to, it wasn't that hard, but why would I feel the need to kill myself. That girl had chosen suicide, but she could have done anything she wanted instead. The one who has nothing has the right to try everything, because the one who has hit the bottom can only look up. For example, that girl chose to kill herself, but instead she could have taken that gun and shot the prime minister in the head. Do you think you're useless? Are you depressed? No need to panic, you've just caused domestic unrest. Congratulations, you've done something and you've changed things. The only problem is that you'll be hated by millions of people in a country full of people and you'll be on the news. Everyone will know you as a brutal killer. That's exactly why you don't commit crimes, but in the end you die and you don't have to worry about the world anymore. But if there is a God, then I'll see you on the other side. I pulled up on a beach, it was dark, nobody was around. I loved the beach. It was one of the few things I enjoyed in life, going to the beach at night.

—---

He lit another cigarette. He said to himself that he had smoked too much tonight, but he was not going to come to the beach and enjoy it. As he watched the beach from a distance, he was lost in thought. He questioned why he was like this. Was he born wrong? Maybe that was the answer. At least he wouldn't have to think about it if that's the answer. He could use this excuse to get away with it, but until when? Not now, he told himself. It wasn't much different when he was younger. When he was 9, he raped his sister. Why would a normal child think of such an idea? He would hate himself for it forever. The most disturbing part was that he felt no remorse. He was just disgusted with himself. When he saw his sister's face, all he felt was indescribable anger, an indescribable anger at who and what. Even now, just thinking about it made him angry. He was a bad person. He was born bad. He had nothing to contribute to this life. He thought about when it all went downhill, but he couldn't remember anything. It was as if everything before the age of 13 had been erased. One of his earliest memories was first his sister, second being forced to sit in a chair facing the wall for half an hour every time he did something. Surprisingly, he never made a sound. At least that's how he remembered it. He would stare blankly at the wall for half an hour or even hours without making a sound. He thought to himself. If he could see him now, he would shudder. That blank stare. If his younger self were here, he would look at his younger self like that, just as he was looking out at the ocean right now, immersed in it. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He felt like if he thought about it, suddenly those 10 years of his life would come back to him and he would remember everything.

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