her call (part 2 of 2)
January 13, 2014 § 3 Comments
Part 1: https://nitacandra.wordpress.com/2014/01/10/her-call/
There was no answer.
Amanda turned quickly. “I can’t hear anything. What’s going on, Julian? And why are you looking like a dead man?”
“Amanda,” said Julian very slowly, still listening on his headset. “There is nobody there.”
“What do you mean there is nobody there?!” Anxiously, Amanda tried to listen on her own headset again. There was only silence. “It’s only few seconds ago I heard her! She is still there. Or… even if her father found her, it’s impossible for them to leave that fast!”
“Amanda, there is nobody there. There is nobody living there right now, you see? The house is for sale. It has been empty for months, the neighbors said to the police.”
“W—what?” Amanda was deathly pale. “But… but I can hear her! Katrin called me, Julian. You see the call is real, look…” She blinked. The call had already disconnected. She turned and found Julian staring at her.
“I don’t know what to say, Amanda,” he said.
Neither did Amanda. She could only feel something cold running through her back. She knew Katrin was there. She talked to that little girl. Her voice was real. The sob, the pain, the cry. Amanda knew such things too well—even though she had buried it as deep as she could.
Amanda still stiffened on her set. One thing she knew for sure—the sparkling of single tear on her cheek was real. Tear for a little girl who ask for her help.
As if from the distance, she could hear people in this room hummed the same words:
“911. What’s your emergency?”