Above the tornado of thoughts, his phone dinged from the corner of the room.
“Fuck off,” he snarled at the phone, quickly stomping over and snatching it up. Her name filled up his lock screen, with dozens of ignored calls and text messages. He didn’t want to talk to her. He had heard enough from her.
12/13/2018 11:51 PM. THE DEMON: Hey, I know it’s late and all and you probably have my number blocked, but I’ve been thinking about you for a little while, and hope you’re doing okay. I would really like it if we could get together and talk things out. Is that okay?
Another text had been sent on his birthday, just a week before.
12/07/2018 8:30 AM. THE DEMON: Hey, Robbie, just wanted to text you to say happy birthday. Hope you have a really special day! Can I stop by?
At first, the text messages he ignored had just been from her, but as the days grew longer and the thoughts more intense, they extended to everyone.
12/07/2018 11:32 AM. MOM: Hey, sweetie, it’s been a while since we’ve heard from you! You need to come back home to see us! Your father and I miss you and love you so much! We have something really special planned, so give me a call when you get this.
He dropped the phone onto the stained carpet, not wanting to read anymore. The tears had set in quite often in the past month, and reading the message from his mom was no exception. His entire body started to shake, screaming that he should just call her. He needed to hear her voice, hear it say that she loved him still.