I climbed off the city bus after a long an exhausting day at work. As I walked through the front door, I heard the familiar sound of my dog barking and yipping at me. He was excited to see me. But I was too exhausted to play with him. I gave him a few head pats before slipping my shoes off and walking over to slump down on my couch.
As soon as I sat down I felt something cold and wet beneath me. I jumped up and peered down at the couch cushion to find that I had just sat in a puke spot. He'd thrown up on the couch again.
I scolded the dog as I grabbed a paper towel wad and gathered up the mess. Then a few more to pat it all down for good measure. Of course, I had to change my pant out and wash my work pants.
I was irritated. All I wanted to do was sit down and take a few moments to relax but I couldn't even do that.
Sitting back down on the couch, a car zoomed by, prompting my dog to bark like the car was the scariest thing they'd ever heard. I rubbed my temple, trying hard to keep my cool. But then, I snapped.
"Bungo, stop barking!" I demanded. That made him howl even more. I yelled at him again to stop and he persisted to be louder, my migraine growing more painful.
I jumped to my feet and slammed my foot on the ground next to him as hard as I could and told him in my angry voice to stop. And to my surprise, he went silent. I walked back over to my couch and sat back down. "Thank you," I exclaimed.
"Thank... You..." I heard a voice mutter nearby. Where was that coming from? Was someone in my house?
I stood up and looked around, but saw no one besides me and my dog. "Who's there?" I called out. But again, no response.
Then, I peered down at my dog in horror. "Who's... There..." the voice came again. Only, I noticed it was escaping from my dog's mouth.
"Bungo?" I asked, my voice high in concern, confusion, and terror. I began to panic. "Bungo, why are you talking? You shouldn't be able to do that!"
"Stop... Barking..." the dog said. I felt my mouth immediately clamp shut, unable to open my lips again. I struggled to speak but all that came out were muffled cries.
"Roll... Over..." the dog spoke again. My body listened, lowering myself to the ground and rolling sideways a few times before I was able to get myself to my feet once again.
"Go... Fetch..." the words escaped my dogs lips. My body leaped forward, running out the front door and outside my apartment. I ran into the middle of the road, knowing there was a car coming. Yet, my body didn't stop. It chased after something that I wasn't even sure what it was. As my body frantically ran across the street, the fear overtaking me that I was merely a passenger in my own body.
As I frantically ran from one side of the street to the other, my body didn't care about the traffic. Didn't care about the cars zooming past without any care. And then, I felt the cold steel slam into my body hard, killing me instantly.
As soon as I sat down I felt something cold and wet beneath me. I jumped up and peered down at the couch cushion to find that I had just sat in a puke spot. He'd thrown up on the couch again.
I scolded the dog as I grabbed a paper towel wad and gathered up the mess. Then a few more to pat it all down for good measure. Of course, I had to change my pant out and wash my work pants.
I was irritated. All I wanted to do was sit down and take a few moments to relax but I couldn't even do that.
Sitting back down on the couch, a car zoomed by, prompting my dog to bark like the car was the scariest thing they'd ever heard. I rubbed my temple, trying hard to keep my cool. But then, I snapped.
"Bungo, stop barking!" I demanded. That made him howl even more. I yelled at him again to stop and he persisted to be louder, my migraine growing more painful.
I jumped to my feet and slammed my foot on the ground next to him as hard as I could and told him in my angry voice to stop. And to my surprise, he went silent. I walked back over to my couch and sat back down. "Thank you," I exclaimed.
"Thank... You..." I heard a voice mutter nearby. Where was that coming from? Was someone in my house?
I stood up and looked around, but saw no one besides me and my dog. "Who's there?" I called out. But again, no response.
Then, I peered down at my dog in horror. "Who's... There..." the voice came again. Only, I noticed it was escaping from my dog's mouth.
"Bungo?" I asked, my voice high in concern, confusion, and terror. I began to panic. "Bungo, why are you talking? You shouldn't be able to do that!"
"Stop... Barking..." the dog said. I felt my mouth immediately clamp shut, unable to open my lips again. I struggled to speak but all that came out were muffled cries.
"Roll... Over..." the dog spoke again. My body listened, lowering myself to the ground and rolling sideways a few times before I was able to get myself to my feet once again.
"Go... Fetch..." the words escaped my dogs lips. My body leaped forward, running out the front door and outside my apartment. I ran into the middle of the road, knowing there was a car coming. Yet, my body didn't stop. It chased after something that I wasn't even sure what it was. As my body frantically ran across the street, the fear overtaking me that I was merely a passenger in my own body.
As I frantically ran from one side of the street to the other, my body didn't care about the traffic. Didn't care about the cars zooming past without any care. And then, I felt the cold steel slam into my body hard, killing me instantly.
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