📞 Voicemail to a Ghost: Remi’s Message to the Mother Who Never Heard Him

🎬 INTRO – A Call That Was Never Meant to Be Heard

Before the fire. Before the descent into Gehenna. Before the choices that could never be undone—Remi Connor dialed a number that should’ve led to nowhere. But her voicemail still played.

This is that call.
A raw, haunted, unfiltered message left for a ghost. Not a redemption arc. Not an apology. Just the grief and fury of a boy who was never really a boy—who was forced to become everything but a child.

This is expanded emotional lore from Book 4 (To Dream Beneath Dying Stars). It contains heavy themes including abuse, neglect, and unresolved trauma. Proceed with care.

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🖤 BACKSTORY – Who Was Oksana Connors?

Oksana Connors was never the villain who wore horns. She wore track marks and false apologies, slurred just enough to sting. Remi and Meeko’s mother, she spent more nights unconscious on the floor than she did putting food in the fridge. Her addiction shaped everything about their survival.

She didn’t just neglect her kids. She weaponized motherhood, leaving wounds that still echo through Remi and Meeko's every choice. And then, like a final trick, she died—leaving silence where screaming used to live.

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📼 THE VIDEO – Watch the Voicemail

🎥 Or… Click here to watch the voicemail video
CW: Emotional abuse, grief, unresolved trauma

Below is the full transcript for accessibility and for fans who want to scream into the void with Remi—line by aching line.

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📝 FULL TRANSCRIPT

📞 [phone dialing] → instantly goes to voicemail

Oksana's Voice:
"You’ve reached Oksana Connors. If this is about rent, I told you I’m waiting on my check. If this is my son—Remi—don’t bother unless you’ve got something worth saying this time. And if it’s anyone else, leave a message… I guess."

Beep.

Remi:
"Hey Oksana…
…mom…

I—I don’t even know why I called… maybe because even though you’re dead, I still half expected you to pick up the phone and start screaming at me about my shitty life choices or how a ‘good son’ would bring you a bag every so often…

And maybe I— desperately needed to hear that…
to hear you tell me I’m not shit so I could make sense of this emptiness I feel all the time…

Because now there’s just silence.
No screaming. No slamming doors. No glass shattering or sobbing or threats I learned how to flinch from before… I even learned how to ride a bike.
Just fucking silence.
And gods, it’s worse. It’s so much worse.

You’re gone and I still hear you.
Still feel your breath on my neck every time I mess something up. Still wait for your voice in my head to tear me down before I get too close to standing upright.

I watched you die.
I sat in your blood.
And the worst part is—I don’t know what I’m mourning.
You never loved us. You didn’t protect us. You ruined us, mom.
You ruined me.

But I still keep your number saved like some part of me thinks you’ll call back.
Like maybe this time you'll say you're sorry. Like maybe this time you’ll tell me I was enough.
You won’t. You never did.

Meeko still flinches in her sleep.
She cries sometimes and won’t tell anyone why, but I know.
I know because I cry too. I cry and I hate myself and then I think of your stupid fucking face and wonder if I ever looked like you when I broke.
If— I sound like you when I raise my voice.
If there’s any part of you left in me that I can’t scrape out no matter how hard I try.

I hated you.
And I loved you.
And I hate that those two things still feel the same in my chest.

You should’ve protected us.
You should’ve seen us.
And I—I should’ve never had to be the one who kept Meeko alive when you wouldn’t even try.
I should’ve been a kid.
I should’ve had a mother.
But I had you.

So this is it.
This is me, saying it out loud.
I hope wherever you are—if there’s anything left of you at all—you finally see what you did to us.

And I hope it fucking haunts you.

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Because gods help me, I still miss you.
Not the bruises. Not the yelling. Not the way you made me feel like I was born broken.

But the idea of you.
The version of you that maybe could’ve loved us. That maybe could’ve held us on the good days and told us we were worth something.
I miss that.

And I only get to say it now—because no one will ever hear it.
Not you.
Not Meeko.
Not anyone.

That’s the only reason I can say it at all."

Beep
click—line goes dead
a single, quiet sob

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🔍 ANALYSIS – The Pain of Never Being Heard

This isn’t closure. This is the echo of a scream swallowed in a childhood bedroom.
What makes this voicemail so piercing isn’t just the trauma—it’s the ambiguity. The way love and hatred have fused into something unrecognizable. Something uniquely Remi.

“You ruined me. But I still keep your number saved.”
That line alone captures the entire heart of Remi’s character—his relentless humanity, his refusal to pretend healing is simple, and his courage to speak to the dead like they could still disappoint him.

This message isn’t forgiveness. It’s the truth.

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💬 CALL TO ACTION

🖤 Tell us in the comments: What line hit you the hardest?
🔁 Share the video and tag a friend who’s been gutted by this series.
📌 Use #HouseOfTeeth #RemiVoicemail to join the fandom breakdown.

And keep your eyes open for the upcoming Fire Exit Files, where we dive deeper into Rexar’s near-death, Vee’s unraveling, and the venue fire that scorched everything they built.

Because in House of Teeth, every silence hides a scream. Let ‘Em See Your Fangs.