It’s a hot summer night, just minutes before i go out.Everything is so calm, so quiet that i can hear even the most unrecognisable noises.
The phone is ringing and i have to run from one room to the other to anwer it.
I pick up the phone and hear the most strange voice in my entire life. :
- “Hay, it’s me do you remember me ?”- this voice is barely audible and hoarse, so it is almost impossible to recognise it on the other side of the phone line.
- “No, sorry. I really can’t remember you. “
- “Oh, how did that happened? How come ….in the past…..”- it stopped, now I have to strain every nerve to hear it ….with every second it becomes more and more muted.
- “I told you, sorry . See I’m in a hurry I have to go out so tell me why you are calling me ? “
- “ I can’t …..” – for a moment I think that the voice is dying but it is not – “ I can’t breathe….”
I’m wondering what is happening, why this guy is calling me in the middle of the night from the middle of nowhere and is trying to tell me something that doesn’t mean anything to me.
-“ Ok, why don’t you call at the hospital they ca help you I can’t. Are you ill? “
- “I’m ……..i’m …….my name …
- What ? Come on I have a few minutes not the whole time in the world ! – I ‘m annoyed now – What is your name ?
- “ My name is ………s…so…sou…”
- “WHAT ? WHAT IS YOUR NAME ?”
- “Sss…..Soul…..and…I’m dying…..”
- “that is a joke right ?”
-“No.”
This simple word “no” is so negative, full of desperation and mortification, that It almost stops my breath for a moment. I am scared to death, what an irony of fate.
I am in a panic, because I’m late for a date with my friends. A think all that is just a childish joke so…:
- “ Look what, I wish you nice night and go to hell!”
- “ Help.”
I turn off the phone and go out with my friends. It is a lovely night.
Waking up. It’s raining outside. Something is missing. Something inside me is death. I walk through the corridor and see the phone is broken to little lonely black pieces of nothing.
a beautiful story