I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter…
One thing, I don't know why, it doesn't even matter how hard you try…you didn't look out below, watch the time go right out the window…I kept everything inside, and even though I tried it all fell apart, what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of the time…
Andie gulped. The cold mouth of a gun was pressed against her temple; sweat beaded on her forehead. A voice whispered in her ear.
"Dial her number," it hissed unsympathetically. "If she answers, you'll be alright." With trembling fingers Andie opened the cell phone. She dialed the first three numbers then stopped.
"Wha…what if she doesn't pick up?" her voice wavered as she tried to stall for time.
"You'd better hope she does." The voice spoke urgently; the muzzle pushed harder into her head. "Dial!"
Andie slowly dialed the last four digits. She held the phone to her ear as it rang. It rang five times, and each second that passed was one less second she had to live.
"She's not going to answer," the voice taunted. Andie heard the safety on the pistol click off.
"Hi!" a cheery voice greeted Andie on the phone. "I'm not here, so leave a message! But I never check my messages, anyway, so there's really no point. Bye!" Andie felt the blood drain from her face as she unconsciously snapped the phone shut. The phone fell from her frozen hand and cracked as it hit the ground.
"Michelle... I need you, but you're ne-never there," Andie whispered, the tears in her eyes threatening to escape.
With a sob Andie repositioned the gun she held in her hand to fit in her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut, allowing tears to escape down her cheeks. The small voice in her head began again. "If she had only answered…" it jeered one final time. Andie pulled the trigger.