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SCENE: Quincy's room, dark dawn, winter.
Date: 1st January 2021.
The room is quaint. Yellow butterflies on the cotton curtains flutter in the winter air.
Quincy hates winter and he, even as he snore lightly, snuggles a liitle more into his favourite quilt.
The soft English warmth was a gift from Aunt Fi.
ZRRR... ZRRR...
ZRRR... ZRRR...
cici_at_beaut_soul
Ah! Hel-uh...Hello! Cici from the BS Counseling Service! At-at your service! BS Clinic at your service. I'm sorry, it's a-uhh...run by Aunt Fi but she's not here now. Be– because it's 4:19 in the morning and I'm not awake enough to communicate at my best level—level best— and I'm babbling. H-h...ah. How may I help you? I'll be helping you?
cici_at_beaut_soul
umm... hel—hello?
UNKNOWN
Shit. That's funny.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Hello? S-sir? Hello, mister?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Oh. Oh, no...
Dawn yet to break, as it seem.
On his right, the curtain is still fluttering. Or was it Quincy's little heart?
Quincy
That voice sounds troubled...
He wondered what the stranger is doing on a New Year's dawn calling the helpline number.
His thumb hovers over the keyboard of the old Nokia.
*truuu* *truuu* *truuu* *truuu*
*truuu* *truuu* *truuu* *truuu*
cici_at_beaut_soul
Hi. Can— will you sleep now, mister?
Quincy blurts out the one thing that's been sticking like a gum in his mind since the very beginning of his conversation with the odd stranger.
Biting his tongue for being a lousy idiot. He tries yet again.
cici_at_beaut_soul
It's 4:32. So, a nap?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Huh? Oh! Name! An–Anton! Hi, Anton. I'm Quincy. My friends call me CiCi.
cici_at_beaut_soul
But... but that's not the point— will you sleep tonight? Not tonight, not really but, but you know what I mean.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Ye—ahum
Yes?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Yes? N-no! Sometimes?
Low chuckles reached Quincy's ears and he takes in a gasp.
cici_at_beaut_soul
No, it's o— It's okay. I don't mind!
Anton
It's a voice that could sing.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Um. I— I don't...
Anton
Chill. I won't ask you to.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Umm. What's your favourite band, Anton?
Anton
Scorpions. Dio. Iron Maiden. You name it. Happy?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Wow. That's...heavy.
Quincy hears more chuckles. His lips quivered into a curve as well. A giggle erupted.
Anton
What's your favourite then?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Oh...I, umm, I don't listen much to bands but I like Pentatonix.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Umm... Let's see. Norah Jones, Alicia Keys, Sabrina Claudio, Anne Marie, Marina Diamandis — I'm babbling.
cici_at_beaut_soul
...okay. Tell me if I am.
cici_at_beaut_soul
You should rest. Today will bring a better year.
cici_at_beaut_soul
It...I don't mind that.
Anton
Do you use this phone when you're not talking to suicidal kids like me?
cici_at_beaut_soul
umm. Yes. Not technically, no. This is my first time talking to a suicidal kid. Aunt Fi logged in my name a few weeks ago for me to officially help out at the Clinic but no one's ever called me before. They ring up the older workers. That's why I may not be handling this as nicely as I wanted to. Don't be a suicidal kid. You're a kid? You sound so— I'm sorry I'm babbling again...
cici_at_beaut_soul
Thank...thank you, Anton.
Quincy peeked out the window just as the sun stretched it's light across the neighborhood park that is currently snowed into a blanket of white.
He speaks out to nothing.
Quincy
Laugh today, Anton.
Just then, his alarm rang. It's 6 in the morning.
Comments
Anonymous
Wtf is happening I am confusion
2021-07-07
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Vvlace
update soon author
2021-02-06
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Author you made me wait 3 months. 3 MONTHS. Thank you for uploading tho
2021-01-23
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