Heart Shaped Box
Proluge
Light showed sufficiently through the small cracks of the superannuated home, showing minuscule evidence of existing activity inside. The doors were boarded shut, along with the windows. The flooring was just tatters, barely anything left of it. The room was vacant, all but a boy, sitting in a wooden chair, staring intently at the phone that laid before him on an old oak table. Everything was silent and still, the boy's breath making the only sound in the room. His eyes fixed on the phone, not taking his eyes of for one moment.
Each passing minute, it seemed to get darker then it was; the boy's fear increasing insignificantly as it got dimmer and dimmer. The boy's eyes almost grey eyes had gone bloodshot as large, dark bags had formed around his eyes from the lack of sleep for 2 weeks. He had been waiting here, hoping for something to happen, just something before they find him. His heart was pounding, him fearing that it just might pound its way out of his chest. Suddenly, the phone started vibrating, making a buzzing sound on the table. The boy grabbed it quickly, his shaky hand slowly held it and flipped it open,
"H-hello?"
".....I've found you....."
