Just-A-Stick

Iris dials the number that has been left.

"Try..." She echoed, "I'll try, for you."

"I don't know... sometimes I do... you make me want to get better." She whispered.

"It's... hard." She winced.

"Life is pain, (highness,) but worth it. Anyone who says otherwise, is having a really hard time, or trying to sell you something." ~ @Thaidakar the Ghostblood

"Mamma-" Stick gasped, before passing out.

Stick's eyelashes flutter, and her head lolls to the side. @SmilingPanda19

She still doesn't move. Her face is bleeding, seeping into the concrete.

"Goodbye." Iris hangs up the phone.

Stick jumps to her feet and runs out of the room. She can't see, and her eyes are blurry. She trips and falls onto the sidewalk outside, skinning the side of her face. She doesn't move.

"How about ten o'clock? Will that work?" She askes.

Stick doesn't move, only crying harder.

"Of course! I'd love to have both of you." Iris made another note. "What time tomorrow?"

Stick looks at him, fear on her face. She shakes her head quickly and scoots away, hiding her face in her arms, where she continues to cry.

Stick isn't moving, or listening, or doing anything except crying and humming.

It is evident that Stick isn't listening anymore.

"Okay..." Iris makes a note on a pad of paper, "Would you like to come visit me tomorrow?"

Stick takes a seat on the floor, spacing out and humming to herself, tears still falling.

"I don't know."

"Good... Can you tell me why you called me today?" Iris keeps her voice warm and kind.

Stick scuffed at the wooden floor with the toe of her boot. "I wouldn't mind dying." She whispers

"Well thank you, Isabel is very pretty to." Iris smiles into the phone, "How old are you, Isabel?"

"N- n nothing..." She whispers, not looking up.