Inanimate Insanity Mephone 4s Novels & Stories

Lindsay trembled violently, her expressions shifting wildly. My mother clutched her chest, swaying as if she might faint. Jason's eyes were locked on the screen. Finally, he knew for sure that I had never lost my memory. I knew everything. He snapped out of it and frantically grabbed his phone to call me. "The number you have dialed is unavailable…" Over and over, he called, each time met with the cold, impersonal recorded tone. It was then he realized—I wasn't sulking. I truly didn't want him anymore.

Gwen POV: Ping. Ping. Ping. The notifications from the I*******m app chimed continuously, steady and cold like the metronome of a death sentence. The violent vibrations from the old phone, its screen shattered within my palm, left my fingers completely numb. I didn’t dare unlock the device, yet the brief previews on the lock screen still mercilessly slashed directly into my eyes. "Look at how a total mess she is, a literal toad daydreaming of swan meat."

Through my haze, I felt him smile against my chest, his own body slumping back against the seat in spent exhaustion. That was…” he breathed out, the word a hushed exhalation against my hair. “Insane.” A weak, breathless laugh escaped me. “We’re insane.” “That too,” he agreed, his own low laugh a warm, comforting rumble against my chest where I lay sprawled across him. In the warm, tangled quiet, the sound was a shard of glass. His phone, vibrating insistently from the floor of the car. He shifted beneath me, struggling to reach for it without dislodging me. He finally retrieved it, and we both squinted in the sudden, harsh glare of the screen.

I warned. He won’t, I know he won’t. Rolling his eyes, “Okay now that was cliché belle.” His phone went off in his pocket, pulling his attention away from me. He looked at me and grinned when he saw who was calling. He put the phone closer and showed me the caller id. Ben Bandit. ----

Halfway to the campus athletic center, my phone dings in my pocket. ***********SMS Fenris & Silas******************** Silas: (5:15 AM) Got it, boss. Be there right behind you. I'm practically chewing on the drywall over here anyway. ***************************************************** I smirk, pocketing the phone. Good. I’m not the only one losing my mind over the secrets we uncovered yesterday. I’ll bury the frustration under iron. I’m going extra heavy today.

“I’ll be okay. Just… don’t worry about me.” The lie lodged bitter in my throat, but it was the only armor I had left. We talked a little longer—safe things, small things, words that skirted the truth but couldn’t bury it. When the call ended, the silence that followed was brutal. I stared down the fork in the road, the city stretching endless and unknown. For one fragile heartbeat, I almost believed I could hold myself together. That I could lock the storm inside where no one else could see. Then my phone buzzed again.

-!What... ta fuck Maia! "I gritted my teeth with annoyance, I almost hit my nose with her crazy driving. What is wrong with that crazy girl who gave her license? I knew I should take her phone while she was driving. All the time she is like in another world and her love life doesn't help with that at all. I looked at her face, but I felt that something was off with her, she became so pale. Her eyes were focused on her screen as if she was looking at her death in it. Fear ran down over my skin. With every second she looked paler almost blue, she didn't even breathe. She began to shake from fear, is it a panic attack? My eyes landed on her phone screen. And I couldn't believe what I saw.

Not anymore in the mood of eating I unlocked my phone and continued to watch the anime from where I left. As I was watching after few minutes my phone rang and it was Candice who called me. Who else will call me beside her? There is only one contact in my phone. Boring no? I received it and put it on the speaker and lay down comfortably on the bed. ~Candice: hey bitch! What's up? ~Me: Everything is fine, you say. ~Candice: Oh shutup I know nothing is fine after that Joshua's incident. ~Me: No it doesn't affected me. Leave that and listen what I did today.

My limbs felt heavy, like I was wading through fog, and my brain felt waterlogged, dull at the edges. I curled up in bed, pulling the comforter around me like armor, and stared at my phone resting on the nightstand. I should’ve turned it off. I should’ve. But I didn’t. The screen lit up. No Caller ID. My pulse jumped. I hesitated, breath caught in my throat. Then, with a trembling hand, I picked it up and answered. “…Hello?” For a second, nothing. Just silence. Then static. Then— A voice. Distorted. Like it had been run through a filter.

Every time, I would force an awkward smile. But the answer stayed stuck in my chest like a splinter, working its way deeper again and again. I stared at him until his guilt had nowhere left to hide. Finally, he gathered enough courage to tell the truth. "Vivian Blair gives me inspiration. That's all. Do you really want to keep asking?" The darkroom was very quiet. Quiet enough that only I could hear the sound of something inside me breaking. Julian's phone suddenly rang, shattering the silence.