Life: The last RP I'll make ever

"Why we're you beaten up? Hmmm...a few hours..."

-I sit on the side of his bed-

 

-A spark of hope surges through me.-

"I still have her number!"

-It dies away quickly.-

"Argh! But what it the number isn't the same?"

-I shrug forcing myself into a jog-

"Worth a try."

 

*looks around*
"the rites'll be after us... We need a plan... Where's Charlie?"

 

I ignore her question.

"Why'd you wait so long..? I don't even think we know eachother.."

My hand is placed over my stab wound.

 

-I run into my house and grab my phone off my bed. I search through it for the number-

 

-I raise a brow but understood that he didn't want me to know-

"What if something bad happens to you? Besides the doctor told me to stay...don't know why though."

 

"looks like we're at a point of no return... Vigilante time."

 

-I find it and press call-

"Please work..."

 

"I'm saying we're cleaning up this town! I'm sick of living like this!"

 

"The doctor? That's weird. You can go if you want to now."

I look at her, trying to figure out why she looks so familiar.

 

"Nah~ You want me to buy you anything? I just need to call someone. Be right back"

-I reach for my phone but it wasn't there-

Shoot! It must have dropped when I helped him. Its probably stolen by now

 

(really? Lmao )

-I sigh as it goes to voicemail. I leave a message-

"Hey Lindsay....It's Sal. I don't know If you remember me or not but we went to school together until you left. I just wanted to get in touch with you again and tell you some things....Give me a call back."

 

*puts gun away*
"with pleasure"

 

Sits on my bed

 

"I guess I can just buy the stuff at the convenience store around the block"

-I stand up-