The Phone 💬
Growing up as a young boy in the big apple with all the things I (Christian Hopkins) could ever wanted ask for and be living in the highend streets of the big apple, is kinada dull actually because while growing up, as an only child it is was always hard for me to make friends, becuase I didn't grow up with a chracter of being an outgoing person since ever year my mom, Mrs. Jessica Hopkins and my dad, Mr. Chales Hopkins will usually leave me alone at for a business trip, in which we coulden't spend time and bonding together. And now as a college freshman it 's hard to make choices for myself and also I am afraid of having relatioships that will just leave me alone in the dark blue sky.
One day, while walking around the city in a bright and sunny block, I was walking around with a green polo shirt, and a ripped demin pants, with a black side bag and in my right hand I was holding my smart phone that has a expensive phone case. While waliking around and getting some cold summer air, A old man that seems to look in his 80's dressed in all dirty and riggidy clothes bump into me and in which made me lose my grip on my new phone, unknowingly he didn't noticed what had happened to my new phone and just apologize, unknowingly after we bumped into each other, a brick phone in his jacket and fall to the ground, As I noticed it falling down I didn't want to go near nor talk to the riggdy old man again, so I just took the brick phone into the pocket of my bag in fear that if I talk to him again he might mistakenly acuse me of stealing it from him. After keeping the brick phone, I decided to check on my samrt phone which unfortunately has a massive carck in the screen, and after the inncident I just went home, so that I will not get in trouble of not knowing the directions back home and when I got home that evening, ichecked the mail box and I could see that there are some schools that are accepting my application but it is just a matter of time and the qualities that those schoos offer the I must choose from in order to get the perfect one for me, while I was going in I took the letters inside so that I could reseach upon each of the schools, while I was walking into the hallway I saw my mother in the dinning room sitting in the dinner table discussiong with Jim our cook her plans for to night;s dinner, after their conversations, I went to ask for her help in choosing the best schools that best suits my need and standards. She helped me look and while I stumbule upon a list of requirements that was cuorious about and decided to asked of my mom to let me use her phone for a mean second, she replied to me that I have a much more better phone than her and why not use it instead, and I replied nervously that it rathert broken while I was walking dwon this afternoon, and told her about the incident that I have went through. After hearing all of this she look at me with pity and she said to me, "that's alright son, it much more better geting your phone broken or rob rather than being harmed or killed just for it," she added, "we could repalce all those things, but we could never replace you."
As days gone by my mom and dad buy me a new phone before leave for there annually business trip out of town usually leave me home alone with our househol staff to look over me and the house that is as big as a size of 2 football field. At the same time started to began forgeting that I have a brick phone in my right bed side drawer.
One day, while I was laying down in my bed, before going to bed at 10 in the eveing. I was scrolling down my feeds with my new smart phone, and I started to hear a noise coming from somewhere near me, at first I tought it was our maid Maria usually cleaning the hallways with the vacum cleaner, but when I stand up and stood closer to the door and shouted "Maria are you there?" but no reply, I open the door wide enough and I could hear nothing, it was dead silent. I still could hear as if sounded near to me, it sounded loud as a alarm clock going off in the wrong time of day. but in a few minutes is stop and it left me thinking what could the source of that sound be. After a few weeks I could hear the same excat noise that bared me thinking of it, At the same time it have happend last time, It again happend but this time it was a few days early than a week, the noise keeps on repeating and as months go by I start to forget about that incident. Until a week later that I start to hear vribrating noises in my right bed side drawer, it always bordered me morning noon and night. Until one day that I decide to set a voice recorder outside of my room and beside my bed so that I will know if wheter or not the noise really came from my room or not, or if wheter or not that the noise is coming in my head alone, at that night my plan is working the way I wanted, I do the things that i noramlly do, and at the same hour as usaul it came but it was much more longer and louder this time around, then it hit me I remembered that I keep an old brick phone in my right bed side drawer, When I opened it for the first time after months, the noise suddenly stopped. As I open the brick phone for the first time, the feeling was so nerve racking that my heart stopped and upon opening the phone it was filled of messages from an anonymous number. It was usually a short urgent message, stating that the person behind the other side of the screen needs my help, and that I am his/her last hope. upon reading this it can to me I frezee as of what thi messages means?, thoughts came rushing through my head, is a person being kidnap, absused, or what?, should I report this to the police?, but this ideas are just plain stupid, who will believe me if I told this to anyone, they might just say that it is a prank that I made up so that I could me noticed and gain popularity among my peers. It came to mind that it was so similar to the film I just recently watch, entitled "the phone" and wherein they may just think it was a prank.
So I started to think that this is not true or maybe I am being prank, and I started to think that I am just dreming, until I tested it out by just pinching my hand until it is as painful as I can handle and it came to me this is not a dream.
After testing it out, I tried to compose myself and replied back to the messages, "Hi! how can I help? Who is this? Are you safe?" After a few weeks it ring again and this time it responed to my message, he/she reponded by saying, "Thanks for the helping me, my name is Christina, I am a victim of kidnapping, you can help me by looking going to the cops and kindly tell them that I my name is Christina Hopkins, age 16 a member of the Hopkins family. As I read this, I came to a frezee unkowingly the thought that I have a twin sister, but she was lock up away by my parents was a chrilling story for me, becuse for the past 16 years of my life it was all a lie.
As I came to cooperate, it hit me, what if this is all just a stupid prank set by my friends?, so I asked her backed, "If you are really Christina Hopkins when and where did your parents met for the first time?, After a few long weeks she didn't replied back, so I tought it was all a hoax, but then suddenly it rang, she responded that they met at San Francisco Bay, while mom was walking around and dad bumped into her, and after seeing each other they fell in love with each other. It really came to me that I almost fall to the ground, if this was setted up by my friends they won't be able to answer that right. So that just means that she truly is my twin sister. But who would do such a thing as of kidnapping her?, it came to me maybe it was my mom and dad since they are usually leaving town for weeks even months without even asking and allowing me to come with them, So the following time, which is next month for a last minute businesses meeting else where I have planned to plant a tracking and voice recorder in their louge, since they will only be gone for a week, and when they came back after their so cakked business trip and after a week of checking and analyzing the recordings, I founded out that they were also looking for her, because every since we were young and being checked up at the hospital, the hospital was set to blaze and most of the children in the hospital was transfered to another room outside the hospital, and in leaving the hospital staff just left the records inside rather than taking all of it which in return can take a lot of time. and after the fire my sister was kidnapped by the nurse at the hospital because unknowingly it was a case of jealousy, wherein the nurse was so jealous of losing her own baby and couldn't bare not having one beautiful daughter, even it can be a case of kidnapping. after hearing the recordings I felt pity towards my parents and I insisted to help them in finding her, so after convincing my parents to allow me help them in looking for my twin, they were shocked and confused on how did I know about it and I came to tell them the story of how I was able to contact her by using the brick phone that I have picked up, and after hearing this they asked me to give to them the brick phone, but I insisted that it remains with me and I also insisted that i want to help them, So we began our investigation here at home at New York, since the phone that I picked up came from here, and after months of looking around it was reported that their was a girl suiting our descrition that also looks identical to me, and she also was reported to have the same age as I was which is 16. And after reading the case we at the station we ask the police where and how was the information given if she was kidnapped, apparently it wasn't a kidnapping but rather it was a child looking for her family origin.
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