The Alarm

I woke up. Ahhh, the damned alarm! I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Then I looked over at my phone. What was the alarm for this time? Oh. Oh shit.

If I’m going to tell you this, I should probably start from the beginning. My name is Keith. I work at a gas station. Pretty shitty job. They don’t treat me the best. But whatever. I have 2 years until I’m 18, and I know my dad is going to kick me out as soon as my birthday hits. I’m taking what I can get. I’ve been applying for jobs, and I think they might accept me at Verizon. Not that it matters anymore. It’s not like I’m going to be alive much longer.

Anyways. It all started when I got the damned iPhone. My girlfriend made me get it. So we could keep in contact, she said. She pays the bills for it. I didn’t want a phone, but… Whatever. Can’t hurt.

So, I got the phone, blah blah blah, and… let’s skip to the next morning. I was still sleeping. I was having a dream about my mother. She was the most amazing, beautiful person in the world. She… passed away 5 years ago. In the dream, we were in the car. She was driving me to my counseling session (I have pretty bad anxiety), and we were listening to her funeral song. Wind beneath my wings. By Bette Midler.

Then I woke up. To a damn alarm. Okay, since WHEN did I have an alarm?! I sat up and looked down at my phone. It was going off. The alarm said “You better get up, your dad is coming down the hallway”. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I got up REAL QUICK. But of course, he couldn’t really be coming down the hallway. But… It didn’t hurt to check? Right? I didn’t get a chance to, though, because he came barging in, with a bottle of beer in his hands. “Oh, you’re actually up, huh?” he said. “Well, get yer ass ready and get the fuck outta this house. I don’t want to see yer face any longer”. I rolled my eyes. He laughed, a cruel laugh, and left, closing the door behind him.

What the absolute Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fucking-fuck. I thought for a second I had just imagined it. But I didn’t have much time for a “Holy shit am I going crazy” moment, because I HAD to go. When my dad says something, he means it.

It still bothered me though, as I got ready and drove to work. Well, TRIED driving to work. Once again, I got an alarm. It scared me. I screamed. Like I actually SCREAMED. Like a little girl. Yeah, I’m not proud. But, like I said earlier, I don’t have much time left anyways, so nothing really matters.

ANYWAYS. As I said, the alarm went off. I looked at it and I SWEAR I almost threw up. It said “You had better pull over.” Light-headed, I did. WHY was I listening to it?

I was lucky I listened, though. A drunk driver sped by. He swerved and then kept going. Yeah, if I hadn’t stopped, I would be dead right now.

I kind of freaked out or whatever, and I ended up calling in sick and going home. My dad was out drunk on the couch. The tv was on an advertisement for Pepto Bismol. Ugh. Then I got another alarm. I jumped again. Shit. I looked at my phone. It said “Turn off the TV.”

...This is MY life. I’m going to do whatever I want. Besides, watching TV won’t kill me. I dismissed it. I sat down in my mom's chair.

The commercial was interrupted. I thought there was a news report, but instead the screen went dark. Then a creepy voice said “You should have listened to the alarm, Keith.”

HOLY. SHIT.

What the fuck!

How the absolute fucking FUCK?!

FUCKKKK!!!

Anyways. Sorry about all that. Now, I really don’t have much time, so I’m going to skip the whole “I felt light-headed” shit. This isn’t supposed to be a story for people to sit down and read. I’m not trying to entertain anyone. I’m trying to let them know what happened to me.

So, yeah, I went to my room and laid down. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t tell my girlfriend, she would TOTALLY freak out. My dad was still out, and he wouldn’t be much help. Wait, what was I getting so freaked out about? I didn’t even know it would hurt me. It just said “You should have listened to the alarm”. Yeah, it said my name, but that was because I had my information on the phone.

Wait, what is IT anyways? Is it my phone? No, because the TV. Has technology got a mind of its own, now? No…

Anyways, I fell asleep.

And woke up.

At 3 in the morning.

Rubbed my eyes.

Looked down at my phone.

Which had an alarm going.

“You made me angry, Keith. I thought we were friends. You ignored me. I’m going to kill you, Keith.”

Shit.

Okay, so now we’re at the present. I’m hiding in my closet. I know it’s a bad hiding place, but it doesn’t matter. I’m going to die. It’s going to get me. Guys, if you ---

This document is now evidence in the missing person’s case. Keith and his father are nowhere to be found.