The 13th year (pt.9)

I woke up, feeling slightly more comfortable than nights before.

"Today's my 10th birthday!", I said to myself, not expecting an answer.

I marked the calendar on the wall next to my bed.

"Three more years...."

I got up and streched a little bit. Even after a couple of years at this dump, I still can't stand it. I decided that I should call Nived today. After all, he is my best friend, and I haven't spoken to him in a few days.

I walked over to the rusty telephone and dialed his very short number. I almost immediately heard a jailkeeper cough over the extention, which is normal. But still...

He picks up the phone, "Who is this?"
"It's me, Kody."
"Oh, hey Neirad! Long time no speech."
"Yeah, I know. So, How are you doing?"
"Doing OK, you?"
"Doing fine. What're you doing?"
"It is a jail cell, kid. Nothing to do, remember?"
"I feel the same way."
"Why did you call, Neirad?"
"Just wanted to talk. Anything you want to talk about?"
For a moment, Nived paused, then answered, ".....No. Nothing. Oh, look at the timer. Times running low. I will talk to you again tomorrow, ok?" *CLICK*
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What was that about? I think that he was hiding something.
Eh, probably nothing much. Im tired.






................ANOTHER year later..............................................