Marcus : Who's coming?
They didn't reply. I paced my room impatiently, staring intensely at my screen as if that would make them answer me. But if there was one thing I'd leant about this mystery person was that they weren't big on explanations.
What should I do?
I tossed my phone onto my bed. I ran my hands frantically through my hair. This was bad, like really bad. I continued pacing, groaning when I accidentally stubbed my toe on my dresser. I winced in pain stumbling back to my bed.
Who was this person? Why were they sending me these messages? I didn't like that I was so much in the dark. It was like the more I knew the more I didn't. Each answered question gave birth to five more questions. I was getting sick of being clueless.