Emonalee sat on the floor, her back against the wall, her phone against her ear, frantically rocking back and forth.
"You have reached the voicemail box of-" She took the phone away from her ear and pressed end about six times and clutched it to her chest.
"Why won't he answer!?" She whispered hoarsely. She had been trying to call Louis since four in the morning, after she had gotten off the phone with Randy. She dialed his number again and crossed her fingers.
"Hello?" His voice came through. She let out a relieved sigh and immediately started rambling with questions and telling him every single detail of what had been happening to her.
"Woah, baby, slow down. I can't answer everything at once.." He sat up in his bed and clutched the phone tighter.
"T-The voices, their back, they won't shut the hell up, no matter what I do. I can't do this anymore, please, help me!" She said frantically.
"Baby, I know you're scared but what do you want me to do?"
"Get your ass over here, and make these voices shut up." She whispered.
