11. The call
I was still living on the streets and I still went to go and visit Harry's house when ever I felt like it. I don't know what I thought would happen. I knew that he wasn't their cause no one lived their any more. Yet I would go their every day and cold nights I would go inside the house and imagine what his life must have been like. I would imagine him siting down with his family to eat and inviting me to come sit with me. I would imagine us putting up the tree for Christmas like I saw him do so many times before. Then on the days when I felt really alone I would go up the room with blue walls and just imagine him tucking me into bed every night and telling me that I had a place in their family. I would smile at the thoughts like this.
You know I'm going to visit his house again. I walked over to his old house bare foot in the freezing snow. I opened the door and walked inside pretending that It was nice and cozy and their was fire running when in real life it was freezing inside the house. I jumped when I heard the phone ring. "I didn't think that those worked any more." I said to my self as if I was talking to some one else. I slowly walked over to the phone and picked it up.
* phone call*
Person: Hello is any one their?
Sally: Um...hello who is this?
Person: *talking to people in background*
Person: I'm still here *yells at some one in back ground again* I'm Liam. Who is this?
Liam: Hello? Are you still their?
Sally: My n-na-nam-name is Sally
*phone shuffles to some one else*
Person: SALLY IS THAT REALLY YOU!!!!
Sally: Yes...who is this?
Person: It's me Sally Harry
Harry: I missed you so much Sally where are you I just have to see you again
*crying as phone drops*
Harry: Sally? Sally are you all right?
Sally: *no response*
*Phone hangs up*
I sat down pressed up against the wall crying. Did that just happen? Did I just talk to the boy named Harry again.....