But for some reason my internet connection has been conspiring against me, as has my computer. Like just now, my computer keeps freezing for five to ten seconds at a time, apparently because I am typing too fast for my computer to handle as well as the myriad of programs I'm running alongside it (one other program). But, the gods appear to be smiling on me today, so we're going to try and post another story, right quick. Before my computer just explodes.
Short and sweet this time. This one is called "Attention".
Fuck. Everyone is staring at me. I hate it when people stare at me. Not only that, but there's a crowd gathering to stare at me, more and more rubberneckers by the moment. The worst part is that I can't do anything about it. Normally, I'd freak out, start shouting, or maybe just scuttle away like a cockroach at the sound of a light switch. But that option isn't available to me any more. Not now, not ever.
Sirens are approaching now. Great. Nothing to attract even more rubberneckers like a few flashing lights, some somber looking men in black trying to shoo them away. "Nothing to see here, folks." Yeah, right. Might as well just start selling tickets.
Fuck. News teams next. I'll be on the ten o'clock news now, for sure. Me, the one responsible for holding up foot traffic so everyone could get a good, hard look.
The cameraman comes rushing up, trying to get a good shot of me for the news. Won't get anything they can use tonight, though.
Cops appear, seemingly from nowhere. Within seconds, they've got barricades. Crowd control. Two or three burly mustachioed cops are holding back the crowd, which has nearly doubled in size now.
All for me.
I want to crawl away from all this attention, but I can't. I can't do anything but sit there and be stared at, like an attraction in a sideshow.
It's a relief when the coroner's van shows up to take me away.
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