A dark academia boarding school in England, circa 1994, named G.H. Academy is as crazy as it gets. Pranks, Prom, and Parties. A Filipino 16-year-old, Stephan Dragus, falls through a hole of mystery. The mystery of love. He's slowly but surely fallin...
None message me on my PC other than death threats. This wasn't different.
'No one will believe you.'
This wasn't different.
. . .
Was it?
I stared at the words on my screen. Most of my death threats would be in all caps, aggressive, demanding, or sometimes even sad. But this felt different. Just reading it felt different. It was so calm and composed. It didn't feel like a threat but a fact.
Or maybe its all just getting into my head.
I shut my PC down. I might go crazy if I read all those texts.
. . .
I started my PC.
As it slowly perked to life, I caught a glimpse of my reflection on its black screen. My hair was a mess. My sticky fingers laced with wax reminded me too much of Ollie. Ollie and his peppermint hair wax. So I never bothered fixing my hair anymore.
My PC finally turned on, breaking my chain of thought. I quickly carried my wits and rechecked the message. I wasn't even aware my eyes were getting teary.
'No one will believe you.'
I clicked on its number.
'6676262287'
I don't recognize it.
I slumped back on my chair with an exhausted groan. But what if this number spelled a name? Taking out my burner phone from my drawer, I—
Oh. It was Ollie's burner phone.
" . . . "
I carried on doing what I was supposed to. Spelling a name with numbers and a keypad.
***
I can't spell a name with numbers and a keypad.
Staring at my notebook, filled with attempts –failed ones to be exact–, I thought to myself: 'What am I even looking for?'
'mop-nan-acts'? 'on-so-ana-bus'? 'norm-bob-cup'?
I only know one person who knows how to decode phone numbers. And she can't even look at me!
. . .
Oh to hell with it. I have too much on my plate already.
I scrolled down my contacts until I found her. Innesa Alexeev.
I take a deep breath.
'hey, innes.' I type. 'i know u think im the hazard but i really need your help on something. i got this messahcuwbiewudkmowDHWFUJNQSEWYEIW'
I groan in frustration, slamming my fingers everywhere. Again!
'hello. pls listen to me. i need your help decoding a phone number. can u help me?'
No! It's horrible! Again!
***
I sigh, clicking send.
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