She was laying on the couch, eyes dulled and hair messy. The head phones lay around her neck, a song humming out softly.

When the phone rang, she didn’t really noticed it at first, and took the time to blink. On the third ring she got up with a moan, and walked slowly over to the phone, sighing as she pull it from the hook.

“Moshi, moshi Sanborn desu.”

There was a pause at the other end before a woman’s voiced hissed “Your not Japanese young lady so quit it” This caused the girl’s eyes to go wide for abit before she muttered back into the receiver “’Ello Mum…”

There was another pause, this one as nerve grating and nails on a chalk board.

“Your grandmother wanted me to call you..”

“oh, that was n..” “She’s dieing.”

Anther long pause before she mutters the words “Grammie..?”

“yes… She wants you to come down and visit with your boyfriend.”

“.. Mum, you know that I’m going..” a hiss from the other end of the line caused her to stop “You are not.. Not.. Bi! damn it! Bring you ‘boyfriend’ for your grandmother.”

…

She looked at the telephone for some time before speaking into the receiver again “okay mum.. I’ll be down in a few days… bye.”

She hung up after that, and pulled the cord from it’s jack on the wall, glaring at it. She turned on her heal and headed back to her place on the couch, pulling the earphones up to cover her now red ears.

She didn’t see the half empty glass bottle labeled “Screwdriver” on it, because if she did then she wouldn’t be where she was now, laying on the floor, blood dripping down the side of her face, laying in smashed glass from the glass-top coffee table.