Objects In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear, chapter 3
I stumbled out onto my front lawn, expecting my neighbors to have been awakened from the gunshot. But I don't have any neighbors: I lived at least a mile away from anybody else.
I slowly crossed the lawn, forgetting how large it was until I was about halfway through it. I wanted to turn around and just call 911, but I was stupid enough to not own a phone. I owned at least one of everything that Alternatem had made execept for a phone.
I remembered my cell phone in my back pocket. I reached into it, and pulled out a handful of crushed cellphone parts instead. I remembered that I had fallen onto it when I fell onto the ground after Arlene shot me, and cursed myself under my breath for forgetting that I had broken it.
Why didn't I have a normal phone? I didn't think that I needed one, because you could take a cell phone anywhere and everywhere. It wasn't until I was halfway across the lawn when I realized that I had needed a normal phone all along.
But that didn't stop me from going across my lawn, no matter how much it hurt each time I lifted up my left leg and shifted my weight onto my right leg, even if it was for as short a period as a second or two.
I made it to my car, the new Jaguar model, and that's when I started worrying about my appendix: What if one of the bullets that Arlene had fired had entered my appendix? I wasn't a brain surgeon, but I knew the risks of having your appendix burst. If I wasn't treated soon, I could die.
I slowly crossed the lawn, forgetting how large it was until I was about halfway through it. I wanted to turn around and just call 911, but I was stupid enough to not own a phone. I owned at least one of everything that Alternatem had made execept for a phone.
I remembered my cell phone in my back pocket. I reached into it, and pulled out a handful of crushed cellphone parts instead. I remembered that I had fallen onto it when I fell onto the ground after Arlene shot me, and cursed myself under my breath for forgetting that I had broken it.
Why didn't I have a normal phone? I didn't think that I needed one, because you could take a cell phone anywhere and everywhere. It wasn't until I was halfway across the lawn when I realized that I had needed a normal phone all along.
But that didn't stop me from going across my lawn, no matter how much it hurt each time I lifted up my left leg and shifted my weight onto my right leg, even if it was for as short a period as a second or two.
I made it to my car, the new Jaguar model, and that's when I started worrying about my appendix: What if one of the bullets that Arlene had fired had entered my appendix? I wasn't a brain surgeon, but I knew the risks of having your appendix burst. If I wasn't treated soon, I could die.
