He opened his eyes. It was dawning. “Excellent”, he told himself. “There are still a couple of hours left. No Jessica, no Margo, no stupid phone calls, no producers, no music, no work, no awful school memories, even that knock isn’t real… I won’t open the door… I… want to erase… everything… from my… memories…” all his painful memories blurred. “And even that pin I made… my first present that I gave to Jessica…”
Ring ring…
“My arm… feels… too heavy… to take… the phone…. I won’t answer…” Tom thought. “No Jessica… no Margo… no phone calls… no…“
Ring ring…
“For goodness sake! Why can’t they leave me alone? Why are they disturbing my precious sleep?”
Ring ring…
“OK… Hello..?”
“H-hey, Tom. It’s me, Jessica… d-do you hear my whisper..? Please help me..! It’s h-her..! She’s fo-o-o-o-l-l-lowing me! She wants my pin..!”
Bzzzzzzz…
Tom finally woke up. She was following him even in his dreams. He was shivering with cold, pearls of cold sweat had covered his forehead. “Relax, Tom”, he told himself. “This has been just a dream. Her life is not your business any more. She’s a liar. She’s a stranger now… she’s nothing.”
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