Amnesia
You sit down at your table and begin to eat your breakfast. You open up the paper and begin to read. All doom and gloom, as always. But then one article catches your eye. The headline is: PATIENT RUNS AWAY FROM BBP HEALTH CLINIC. You feel a twang of guilt. The guilt then turns to disgust as you read on. All this drivvel about "patient feeling intimidated by people trying to help him". Help him? They were doing as much help as a condom machine in the vatican. The paper said that he had un away with half an arm. Well, he shouldn't be that hard to catch.
Then you hear a knock at the door. But before you can get up to get it, it gets knocked completely off his hinges. It lands on the floor with a THUD! A man is standing there... with half an arm. He has a pistol in the other. It's huge. A Desert Eagle. More like a cannon than a handgun. That's not good.
He is staring at you with more anger than you thought possible to contain in a person without them cracking up.
"You... y-you p-p-piece of shit! You piece of SHIT! YOU BASTARD!" he starts yelling at you at the top of his voice.
"Whoa! What's this about?" you ask.
"Y-y-you left me there. YOU LEFT ME THERE! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED ME! AND NOW LOOK! L-look, at my arm!" he starts crying pathetically.
"Look, I think you should seek help-"
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!" he screams at you, his voice cracking up. "MY LIFE'S OVER!!! AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!!!" He's breathing very hevily. You're surprised he hasn't fainted yet.
Then slowly, he raises his gun.
"No, don't, we can work it out, you can get a new arm, and everything will be just fine!"
"It's a shame you didn't think that before you left me in that hell hole!" he says. He slowly tightens the trigger...
Everything seems to happen in slow motion. First, you feel the bullet. It feels like an explosive train plowing into your stomach then exploding. Before anything else happens, you hear what hit you a nanoseccond before. It sounds like a rocket taking off. At least, to you it does. You don't really see the bullet at all. You just see smoke billowing out the end of the barrel, before you look down at your stomach as you fly backwards across the room. There is a large hole in the middle of your stomach. It looks like something out of ER, but a lot worse, mainly because it's actually happening, actually happening to you.
You don't remember actually hitting the ground. You spend the last second of you life airbourne. You've got used to blacking out by now. But this one's permenant.
Then you hear a knock at the door. But before you can get up to get it, it gets knocked completely off his hinges. It lands on the floor with a THUD! A man is standing there... with half an arm. He has a pistol in the other. It's huge. A Desert Eagle. More like a cannon than a handgun. That's not good.
He is staring at you with more anger than you thought possible to contain in a person without them cracking up.
"You... y-you p-p-piece of shit! You piece of SHIT! YOU BASTARD!" he starts yelling at you at the top of his voice.
"Whoa! What's this about?" you ask.
"Y-y-you left me there. YOU LEFT ME THERE! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED ME! AND NOW LOOK! L-look, at my arm!" he starts crying pathetically.
"Look, I think you should seek help-"
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!" he screams at you, his voice cracking up. "MY LIFE'S OVER!!! AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!!!" He's breathing very hevily. You're surprised he hasn't fainted yet.
Then slowly, he raises his gun.
"No, don't, we can work it out, you can get a new arm, and everything will be just fine!"
"It's a shame you didn't think that before you left me in that hell hole!" he says. He slowly tightens the trigger...
Everything seems to happen in slow motion. First, you feel the bullet. It feels like an explosive train plowing into your stomach then exploding. Before anything else happens, you hear what hit you a nanoseccond before. It sounds like a rocket taking off. At least, to you it does. You don't really see the bullet at all. You just see smoke billowing out the end of the barrel, before you look down at your stomach as you fly backwards across the room. There is a large hole in the middle of your stomach. It looks like something out of ER, but a lot worse, mainly because it's actually happening, actually happening to you.
You don't remember actually hitting the ground. You spend the last second of you life airbourne. You've got used to blacking out by now. But this one's permenant.
