DISTANCED

I felt so perturbed, so I walked around my room, aimlessly. I sat on the bed, stood up, and picked up my phone from my sofa. I dialed Henry's number again, and I got the same message I had been getting for the past six days, "The person you're trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone." I ended the call and threw my phone on the bed.

I sobbed, fell on my bed, and screamed, "What going on? What's wrong with you, Henry? Pick up for God's sake!"

My sister stormed into my room and asked, "What's going on?" She had a comb in her hands and was draped in a white shirt and black jeans. I perceived she was combing her hair before this moment. "Emily, you look stressed. What's up with you?"

I felt a drop of tears drip down my cheek, so I wiped it off. "It's nothing."