The laser shot through my laptop. I became enraged. I held my anger inside and tossed my laptop in the trash. Little did I know that there were embers, the trash was set ablaze. I panicked, not having a fire extinguisher I grabbed the sink hose to drown the fire.
"stuff!" I yelled, nothing was coming from the hose. "The friggen pipes are frozen!"
This is why I hate winter time on the East Coast. The fire had spread to the dining room. I ran back into my room, cursing whoever was responsible for this 'mutation'. I searched my bedroom for my cell phone, I needed to call the fire department or the house was going to burn down. Locating it under my bed sheets, I soon realize that my phone is dead. I'm doomed. In no time I will no longer have a home. I run outside and to my neighbor in hopes of using his phone. I bang on the door. No answer. Taking note of the driveway, he isn't home. Suddenly, I hear sirens. Someone driving by must have seen the flames. Police, Paramedics and Fire Fighters arrive. The Fire Fighters desperately try to put out the inferno, but with no luck, the house is wrecked.
The police ask me what happened, when he noticed my left index finger. If I can even call it a finger anymore. He notices my hand.
"What the hell is that?!" He exclaims.
I try to explain to him how I was browsing a forum I frequently visit, I sound delusional. Another officer goes and grabs one of the paramedics. They converse, taking glances at me from time to time. They come over to me, trying to ignore my hand. They tell me that they want to question me, and want to know what really happened. I try to explain the entire story, but they think I'm crazy. Fed up with my tall-tale, they grab me and try to restrain me. They are probably going to lock me up in some white room, put me in a strait-jacket. Thinking quickly, I aim my finger towards the officer's chest and recall back to the original post. The laser fires through him, he screams in pain, loosening his grip. In a haste, I dash through my backyard. The other officers have drawn their weapons, I blindly fire towards their general direction, making my way towards the fence, dividing the two yards. I hop the fence and run. I don't stop running, I can't look back. My old life is gone, things are different now. I am no longer the person I used to be.
