I got too comfortable. I was cocky. One should never think they are in the clear after a high intensity situation. First rule of fight club, don't get cocky...wait. No, that's not right. It's you don't talk about...uh, nevermind.
Whatever it was, in my arrogance, I forgot to be worried.
My User had lost her memory. Well not all of it. She knew important things, like how to use a fork, or a bathroom. But who she was, or people related to her, not at all.
Which meant that she hadn't been posting to any social media for the past week and a half. I was on a vacation. Not once had Rosemary picked me up.
While she had tests run on her, or reported to her daily therapy sessions, I tidied my space. I checked my messages. Read the news. Played some addictive puzzle games. I flirted with the idea of talking to a local hospital Helper, but I wasn't that desperate yet.
I was bored though. And bored people (and Helpers in this situation), do stupid things sometimes.
I didn't mean to bring attention to myself. I just couldn't resist opening Rosemary's Facebook. What I had failed to understand, was that I had been as addicted to the social media drama as Rosemary used to be. And without my daily (sometimes hourly) social fix, I was starting to detox. And I didn't like it. Not one little bit.
So I started to scroll through drama land. Rants about this, emotional updates about that. It was fine until the door to the room opened without me noticing.
"I knew it! I knew my phone was possessed."
Dang it...
I shut down the screen.
Rosemary slowly approached, hands held out. "Alright ghostie phone. Who possesses a phone? I don't remember much. But I do get a weird feeling everytime I look at this phone. The only thing I remember is a voice yelling at me to wake up. And a shock of pain."
I stayed silent.
"Come on phone. I know I'm not crazy. Well maybe I am. But I've got nothing to lose. I've no family, other than a crazy mom it seems. No husband, or boyfriend. No kids. I'm on the other side of 25 with no prospects. I apparently make money on social media being pretty. Which in itself is weird. And I've no memory of any of it. I have no problem running up and down the halls, telling anyone I see that my phone is possessed, or hacked or something. Do you want me to do that phone ghostie?"
She makes a good case.
"We prefer 'Helper'. Not 'phone ghostie'."
Rosemary yelped, and fainted.
Not again.
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As Told by Rosemary's Angry Phone
Humor[Completed] Rosemary has lost her mind and cannot find it. Her phone is talking to her. And not in a cool Siri kind of way. More of a 'I loathe you' way. Rosemary must join forces with a phone that has better things to do, if she is to figure out wh...
