Remembering The Sound Of Your Voice

I had to write a story for school describing an emotion. The result reminded me an awful lot of Huntbastian so I decided to post it here.

Hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think.

It's cold and dark. When I look out the window, all I see is the grey side wall of the apartment building next to mine. The rhythmic dripping of raindrops and my slow, heavy breathing are the only sounds I hear. It feels like the entire city, the entire world is quiet.

I sigh deeply and let myself fall onto my bed. Everybody I know (though many will not want to talk about me or will deny ever meeting me) will tell you I've been through a lot in my life. Every obstacle I've overcome. I've always been brave. Sucked it up and gone on with my life. Never have I cried, never have I complained.

But now, I've never felt so alone. My heart aches so badly. I'm not sure whether I'm having a heart attack or if it's simply another symptom of my loneliness. Worse than the hurting is the not feeling anything. Every single part of my body feels numb. It's like my body disconnected itself from my heart to keep me from falling apart.

I want to feel something. Anything. I want to scream and cry and curse but when I open my mouth no sounds comes out. Is this what it feels like when you lose your mind? It's been six days. I counted the sunsets. Six days since I left this room. Six days since I got that phone call.

Suddenly and determined I walk over to my phone lying on the window sill and pick it up. My hand are shaking so badly I have to dial the number three times before I get it right. Before I decide to throw the phone across the room I bring it to my ear and listen. And then I hear it.

I finally hear your voice again. 'Hi, This is Hunter Clarington. Sorry I can't answer right now. Leave a message or a number after the beep and I'll call you back as soon as possible.' A single teardrop rolls down my cheek and falls onto the carpet without a sound. You will never call me back. Never will I answer my phone and hear your voice greeting me on the other side. I won't get a text message saying: 'Hey Seb, just wanted to say I love you. Hunter.'

I look at my phone and dial your number again to listen to your voice. And again and again. Falling to my knees, tears start rolling down my face. I'm sitting on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. I can finally cry. And now that I can, I think I'll never be able to stop.