moon in the window

TRANSCRIPTION: PHONE CALL

THERE IS A HOUSE. THERE IS NO ONE IN THE HOUSE.
THE PHONE RINGS IN THE HOUSE. 


THERE IS NO ONE TO PHONE. YET THE PHONE THE STILL RINGS. EVERY NIGHT, THE PHONE RINGS.


TONIGHT THERE IS NO ONE IN THE HOUSE.
THERE IS A FRONT WINDOW WHERE TWO PIERCING EYES GLOW FROM THE DARKNESS INSIDE. IT IS NIGHT OUTSIDE AND ALL IS DARKNESS BAR THE GLOW OF THE MOON.
THE PHONE RINGS TONIGHT, AS ALWAYS.
TONIGHT THE PHONE WILL BE ANSWERED.


THE FIGURE SPINS AROUND, EYES BURNING;  IT SHUFFLES THROUGH THE HALLWAY, ILLUMINATED BY THE RAYS OF THE MOON THROUGH THE WINDOW, TOWARDS THE PHONE.
THE PHONE SHUDDERS UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE CALL. THE HAND REACHES FOR THE PHONE, SINEW, VEINS AND SKIN, CONNECTED TOGETHER, GRIPPING THE SCREAMING OBJECT.

“HELLO?”


“is anyone there? There IS someone there!”

“Michael is that YOU?”

IT CANNOT SPEAK. THE VOICE IS FAMILIAR YET DISTANT. WARM YET COLD. NO. JUST COLD. 

IT’S EYES BURN INTENSELY.

“Did you see her? Were they all ok?”

“What did you see Michael?”

THE FIGURE KNOWS TO PRETEND. THERE IS NO MICHAEL. 

THERE IS NO ONE IN THE HOUSE.


“HELLO. I AM FINE.”
STATIC ROARED FROM IT’S THROAT AND TUNED TO THE VOICE OF A MALE. 
“EVERYTHING IS FINE.”
THE ACHING DARKNESS OF THE ROOM SWAM AS IT SPOKE
“I HAVE FIXED EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING IS IN WORKING ORDER”



SILENCE FROM THE PHONE



SILENCE FROM THE FIGURE



“That’s is not what I- “
SILENCE FROM THE PHONE AGAIN

“Something is wrong.”
THE PHONE GROWLED AND THE FIGURE SHUDDERED. 

FLICKERING LIGHTS. MEMORY. DISAPPOINTMENT. VENOM. 

“What did you DO.”


IT WAS RHETORICAL. FRUSTRATION SEEPED AND DRIPPED FROM EVERY WORD. 

THE FIGURE FROZE.

COLD.

THE PHONE GREW COLD.

THE FIGURE COULD NOT EXPERIENCE TEMPERATURE.

BUT THE PHONE WAS COLD.


“What did you do in there?”
“I KNEW you wouldn’t listen.”


“You never did.”

THE WORDS
BURNING

“Neither of you.”


STABBING SENSATION

BLISTERING HEAT

VOID

“No one does.”


THE VENOM IN THE VOICE. IT SPLIT THE DARKNESS AND THE ROOM FILLED WITH LIGHT. RAYS PIERCING AND CHASING AWAY THE SHADOWS. THE EYES. THEY WERE ON FIRE. 

THEN FADE TO BLACK

SPINNING

BLEEDING OUT

HEARTBEAT. NO HEARTBEAT. NEVER A HEARTBEAT.

“I’ll fix this myself”


THE PHONE DIES.


THE FIGURE DIES.


IT DOESN’T DIE.


BUT IT IS AS EMPTY AS THE ROOM.


THERE IS NO ONE IN THE HOUSE


THE PHONE DOESN’T RING IN THE HOUSE AGAIN.


Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.