The sound of the telephone made my heart drop. Ring, ring, ring. It would scream at me, yet I never picked it up.
The telephone was an old land line with a coil and everything, I remember as a child I would pretend to talk to people on the phone and play with the coil in my fingers.
Now nearing my 17th birthday, the telephone doesn't amuse me as it once did. It had stopped working years before I was even born and was deemed unfixable, yet we kept it there for eye candy.
It seemed to me that no one else could hear the ringing, but it was loud and clear as day. It made no sense to me but thinking about it, nothing did.
I would often wonder who was calling and my hand would brush against the phone. But once I touched it a spark always seemed to go off in me, telling me to back away. I listened.
Ring, ring, ring. The ringing had to be in my head, but there were no causes I could figure out. I once told my brother of the telephone, all he did was laugh at me and tell me I'm crazy.
Maybe I am? I have decided that today is the day I tell mother, I needed to stop the ringing. That evening as my mother brushed her hair I walked into the room and asked for her attention.
She stopped brushing and looked at me, curious as to what I had to say. I told her the ringing sounds. That they started when I turned 13 and no one else heard them but me.
I told her I thought I was crazy and I never picked up the phone. After I finished I looked at her.
Her face was awestruck, her eyes frozen, and mouth in a grim frown plastered on her wrinkled face. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, "you hear it too?" I stood there.
My feet were glued to the ground, I couldn't pick up my leg to move. Suddenly, the phone began to ring. Ring, ring, ring. The next thing I knew, we were at the phone watching it ring.
I saw my self reaching out my hand, but I couldn't stop. I picked up the phone and dropped it.
The voice on the other end spoke with my voice, " W[?][?]e[?][?] h[?]a[?][?][?][?][?]ve[?][?][?][?][?] y[?][?][?][?]ou[?]r[?][?
] d[?][?][?]a[?][?][?][?][?][?][?]u[?][?][?]g[?][?]h[?][?][?]t[?][?][?][?]e[?][?]r[?][?][?][?][?] mo[?][?][?][?]m[?][?][?
]" I looked at mom as the colour disappeared from her face and she whispered a name I had never heard before, "Maria". Suddenly I'm hit with memories of a little girl I played with.
Ring, ring, ring.