Call: Date 10/29/03
Call Time: 3:32 A.M.
Message Length: 2:53.19
[Soft breathing can be heard in the background.]
[A woman's voice begins speaking five seconds after the message tone. Her words are slurred implying intoxication and exhaustion.]
It's been a month....
[Ten second pause]
Today's the day you got shot....
[Five second pause]
But you don't need me to tell you that; you probably remember....Of course you remember. I remember....I remember a lot of things.... I can't remember a lot of things.
I remember holding my hand to your shoulder, right above your heart. I remember pushing and pushing, but it wouldn't stop. You just wouldn't stop bleeding.
[Quiet sniffling can be heard in the background implying the caller began crying at this time.]
[Another five second pause and then the woman begins speaking again. Her tone has shifted and her voice wavers.]
So why can't I remember the other parts of you? I try so hard all the time to remember the little things, but it's like you're slipping through my fingers......All I have left are memories now....your hair, the way your eyes....
[Another five second pause]
[The woman's tone shifts again. She sounds angry; the wavering in her voice is gone.]
They won't even say your name anymore. We can't talk about you. They all think you’re dead. I shouldn't even be calling you, but here I am. [The woman laughs quietly before clearing her throat.]
Here I am....
Where are you?
Where are you, Alex?
[Thirty second pause]
[Fifteen seconds of silence]