Wrong number

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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 in front of it, 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 turns off the phone and puts it aside. He wasn't expecting any more messages, but the notifications keep coming from his phone. he picks up his phone again in a huff to turn off the latest notifications, but hesitates, his curiosity gets the better of him and he decides to answer the messages.

- Uh-huh. 

- 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? -

- huh why?

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

- Nobody 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...

                                                        We can talk about it.. if you want..-

Please say no and don't bother your own head without bothering me at night... He waited for a while. There was no message.

                                                                                    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...

                                              You're not thinking straight right now. -

- I'm perfectly fine.

- I think I'm thinking straight:

- I'm tired of being alone.

- not talking to anyone 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 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 difference does it make? I'm just an ant in their eyes.

- I barely even exist.

Suddenly he had a strange feeling. He was disgusted, he didn't know why, but at the same time he couldn't stop texting. One thing was certain. He felt sorry for the person he was talking to. Not in a good way, on the contrary, he despised the person he talked to.

                                                   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?-

- I live at ############..

They lived in the same country. In this case, he could easily find their 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 their location and the destination turned out to be a crime scene, he would have to deal with that.

                                                                 Are you high right now?-

There was no answer. When there was no answer, 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 more than 5 kilometers away, fuck it.”

 “I'll throw it in five minutes.”

 phone hangs up

As he said, 5 minutes later a notification came. he looked at the location on his phone and it was a motel not far away, in fact it was a very close drive. he stood up and threw on a leather jacket. he grabbed the keys to the car and the house and left the house. it was filthy. 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 it?-

                                      If you don't text me anymore, I'll call you. -

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 who is staying at this motel, they are not answering my calls and they might be in trouble.” after a while, the voice of  ,you are calling cannot 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 and who worked all day trying to make himself look dangerous, how do I know? You will see. I am looking at him now, he had a face as if he was saying don't mess with my motel.

 Just as I was thinking about it, the man started “On behalf of the confidentiality of our motel...” and started to say something. I didn't listen to the rest, the phone picked up. I put the phone to my ear. I didn't say anything and listened. in the background it sounded as if a woman was breathing, but 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 a sound that 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, trying to make sense of it all. I made the first move and ran to the room where the sound was coming from, He was sure which room it was coming from. The reason he was running was not because he was worried. No, he would have loved to walk in such a situation, but then the man at the door would have thought something strange was going on. He came to the entrance of the room and pushed the door. It was locked. He took a step back and kicked the door. The door was broken. As soon as the door opened, he 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

 “Everyone go to their rooms. There's nothing to worry about.” No matter how much people didn't trust me, they didn't dare to approach the room or approach me ı don't really care. I went inside, took out a pair of gloves and put them on, then I closed the door slightly because it was broken and won't close anyway. I went further inside and there was a woman lying on the floor with her head blowed off. She had shot herself in the head. I grimaced and turned my head away. 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. instinctively I thought about deleting all of our first texts or calls. Then I remembered that he had told the man at the entrance that he had texted her and even called her. The police would definitely take everyone's statements and that was it. I took a look at the messages, there was nothing troubling, I had called twice. 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 his pocket. Then I quickly checked the drawers. I was looking for money. It wasn't a large amount, but it had to be money. especially if she was staying in a motel. I remembered to open the drawer by the bed one last time and found a wad of cash

 It was more than he expected. As I passed by the woman lying on the floor, I took out my phone and took a picture of her and then sent it to the secret folder in case the cops checked the phone. I finally went out the door. 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 outside. I realized I liked this kind of place. As soon as I got outside, I lit a cigarette. That's when the doorman came. “Did you call?” I asked him and he blurted out ‘they are on their way...’ and then he waited for a while as if he was going to speak but he couldn't. Finally he decided to speak “Is she dead...?” I took a deep drag from the cigarette “I didn't look.” the man was surprised “Excuse me?” “I didn't check because she shot herself in the head and there's no way she could have survived.” the man hesitated but just nodded.

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