The Beeping Sound

By Chef Pasalacqua87

Beep…Beep…Beep

I woke up in my bed and felt like I had just awoken in a swimming pool. My body was covered in sweat, and my heart was beating at a fast pace. I must’ve had another night terror, but damned if I ever remembered them.

Beep

I noticed the strange beeping sound now, and I began looking around my bedroom confused. What the hell was that sound? And then it echoed through my apartment again.

Beep

It was a high-pitched and very annoying sound. It had a consistent rhythm, sounding about every five seconds or so. But where was it coming from?

Beep

I jumped out of bed and approached the bedroom door. I opened the door and it creaked, and I poked my head into the hallway. The beep sounded again, and I noticed the tone and pitch hadn’t changed at all. It must’ve been in my room after all; it would’ve been very subtle with my door closed had it come from the hallway.

I closed the door and stared back into my room. The clock on my wall was ticking silently; the short hand halfway between the three and four, and the long hand just past the seven. Fuck, it was 3:36 in the morning? I didn’t have time for this shit.

Beep

But that sound was too obnoxious for me to leave it alone.

I spent about fifteen minutes searching my room, unplugging everything, and practically tearing down my walls to find the source of beeping. That damned beeping noise hadn’t ceased yet, and I was determined to get some good sleep. I had gone out drinking the night before and my head was beating with pain. Every time the beep sounded if felt like a rock was bouncing off the walls of my skull.

Beep

“Where the fuck is that coming from?” I asked myself.

I was convinced the sound couldn’t be coming from my room. It had to be coming from the hallway or something; maybe the smoke detector battery was dying? Yeah, that’s it! The damned smoke detector must’ve need a new battery! It just occurred to me that I hadn’t changed the battery in over six months, and now was as good of a time as ever to do so.

I paraded into the hallway in relief, and I looked up at the round smoke detector on the ceiling. I reached up and stood on the tips of my toes, and I opened the smoke detector. I could see the black battery sitting in its place, and I pulled the little bastard out.

I walked back into my room in victory, and I tossed the old battery in my garbage can. I hopped back into bed and closed my eyes tightly, eager to get back to sleep. It had been a solid thirty seconds now, and no beeping sound. Finally, I could get some–

Beep

I shot up from my resting position immediately as I felt my head surge with pain. What the fuck was that? The beeping noise was louder than it had been before, and it was making my headache much worse.

Beep

God damn it! I thought. I guess the stupid thing doesn’t stop beeping when you take the battery out.

I crawled out of my bed with bitter rage pinned against my alarm system, and I walked back out into the hallway. Upon looking at the smoke detector again I noticed there was no dim red light coming from it like there had once been. Then the alarm beeped again, and I assumed it must’ve just been a battery sensor.

Fuck. This meant I was going to have to go out and buy a battery at four in the morning! The beeping noise returned again, and my head boiled from the high-pitched screech. I couldn’t handle this bullshit anymore; I needed to go buy this damned battery and then go the fuck to sleep.

I got some pants and a jacket on and grabbed my phone and car keys, and I proceeded to my apartment’s parking lot. I walked outside and locked the door behind me, and I turned around to look at the parking lot. I cocked one of my eyebrows when I saw that my reserved parking spot was empty, and all of the spots beside it were taken by my neighbors’ cars.

Beep

What…the…fuck…?

Beep

It was still there, and it was just as loud as it had been in my house. What the fuck was going on?! Was I still dreaming?! No…it wasn’t possible. This felt far too real to be a dream.

Beep

Fuck this! I thought.

I began searching the parking lot desperately for my car, but it was nowhere to be found. Did I get fucking robbed?! This was just fan-fucking-tastic! I had a beating headache, this eternal beeping noise was pissing me off, and some motherfucker stole my car! This night just couldn’t get any worse.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began to walk as far away from the apartment as I could. Was the sound really that loud? How were my neighbors sleeping through it? I looked down at the touch screen and dialed 911, and I pressed the phone to my ear. The phone beeped in my ear, and my head recoiled away from it.

There was no signal on my phone for some reason, and I assumed the lines must’ve gone down. Just one more inconvenience to my night. And before even two minutes passed, my night had gotten even worse. I really wanted to scream.

Beep

What? I was halfway down the street from my apartment. How was the sound still reaching me from that far away, and how the fuck was it still that loud? I must’ve been hallucinating it. That was the only explanation now. I got wasted last night, and I still felt a little tipsy. I was tired and annoyed at four in the morning; I had to be hallucinating the sound now.

Beep

I continued walking down the street, and I tried my hardest to ignore the sound in my head. However, despite my best attempt, there was no way I could drown it out. It was in my head for sure, and I couldn’t make it go away. My only hope now was to try going home and sleeping. But first I was going to go to my neighbor’s apartment and ask them to call the police.

Upon my arrival I rang the doorbell of my neighbor’s house and awaited for an answer. I stood there for about two minutes without an answer, so I rang the doorbell again. Another couple of minutes passed, and there was still no answer.

Fuck this! I thought bitterly. I’ll walk to the God damned police station. It’s only a mile or so from here!

Beep

I stormed off and began making my way to the police station, and the beeping continued its endless annoyance. Then a new idea came to my head: I could hitch a ride from a passing car perhaps, and they could take me to the police station. So I made my way to St. Vincent Road and stood on the side to wait for cars.

Beep

I had to be careful standing on the side of this road; the speed limit was 55 miles per hour, and knowing the drivers in my home town, any out driving at this hour was probably going 65 or more. Lest I forget my town is also notorious for drunk drivers after midnight, but it was getting close to 4:30. I seriously doubted any of the two people I described were really out in abundance anymore. This was about the time people with really early shifts began heading to work, so the better people in the city were out and about now.

Beep

If I had a gun it would be very hard to refrain from killing myself right now. I angrily joked with myself.

I continued waiting, and finally I saw the head lights of a car coming from the lane I was standing beside. I began to wave my arms drastically, and hoped this person would stop. Perhaps they would see that I’m in the midst of an emergency, and they would stop and pick me up. I really just wanted to sleep and get this God damned beeping sound out of my head forever.

BEEEEEEP

Despite my effort, the car sped right past me, and I felt the wind lash out at me as it passed. And just when I thought there were some good Samaritans in this city, once again the universe had proved me wrong. And that time the beep sounded even louder than before. Maybe it was a car horn. I guess this is what I deserved for going out and drinking again.

Well fuck you too. I thought.

Beep

I turned and watched as the car that sped past me went up the hilly road. As it made its way uphill I noticed the headlights of another car, and I felt a spark of hope. Then less than a second later I felt my heart sink, and it skipped a beat. The car was oncoming in the wrong lane.

BEEP

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed.

There was nothing I could’ve done. I was just a helpless spectator for this horrific moment, and I was being forced to watch it like some sort of torture. And sure enough the two cars collided head on. The car that had passed me attempted to swerve out of the way, but the attempt was futile. My whole body shuttered as I heard the sound of metal hitting metal, and the sound of glass shattering. I had to do something.

BEEP

I ran into the street despite the danger, and I sprinted towards the crash site. The beeping was getting louder now; maybe due to the sleep I was losing tonight. I didn’t care about the beeping anymore. There were at least two people who needed my help, and I could potentially save their lives.

BEEP

Fuck!

BEEP

I reached the wreck, and I felt my head and heart pounding like drums. I noticed an intense physical pain was beginning to consume my body, and it hurt like hell. What the actual fuck was happening to me?!

I looked at the crash on the dark road, and I tried hard to see through the lack of light. From what I could see, the accident was horrendous. The two cars had practically become one with each other, and I feared both drivers were dead. I really hoped they didn’t have any passengers in either of their cars.

BEEP

I approached the car that had passed me, and I looked inside of what was left of the front door. I searched for a driver and passengers, but there weren’t any. Then I saw the windshield was shattered, and I felt my stomach churn.

BEEP

I turned my head slowly with horror, and my heart was racing like crazy. The beeping sound had become much louder than before, and it was loud as a gunshot. My body was screaming with pain, and I felt myself beginning to become weak. My head finally finished its turn, and tears began to form in my eyes.

BEEEEEEP

Sitting on the broken windshield of the oncoming car was the headless body of a young woman. Her body was sliced up and bloody, and it was covered with glass. My own body was being overcome with nothing but pain, and I dropped to my knees. What the hell was happening to me?!

BEEEEEP

I dropped onto my stomach and my face hit the concrete road. I felt chills run through my whole body as I looked right into the eyes of a head with no body, and I flipped over and screamed. I had never seen a look of horror so terrible before, but if I had been looking in a mirror mine probably would’ve been worse.

BEEEEEEP

Despite my pain, I reached up to pull myself back to my feet. As I planted my hand and pushed down I accidentally impaled my hand on broken glass. I groaned loudly as pain spiked through my body. I removed my hand from the glass and cringed as the feeling of broken glass left it.

BEEEEEEP

My brain practically fried itself every time the beeping sound echoed in my head. I carefully used to the car to move myself around to the other side, and I limped my way to passenger’s side of the car. I stopped myself at the hood of the car and drooped over it. Then I got a good look at the other car.

BEEEEP

No.

BEEEP

It was my car; the one that had been stolen. I lifted myself off of the hood and stumbled my way to the driver’s seat of my car. It was still far too dark to see very much, but I could tell someone was still in the driver’s seat. I quickly noticed the windows on all four doors were shattered, and there were more people in my car.

BEEEP

My heart burned with shock when I saw the face of another passenger leaning out of the left back seat. His face was cut up and bloody, and he was most definitely dead. The man was one of my friends.

BEEEEEEP

I turned away in denial, and then I saw my own face in the car’s mirror. My face was cut up and bruised too, and the cuts on my face matched the pains I was feeling all over. I turned my head one more time, and I saw something I would never forget.

Beep

Suddenly I felt nothing anymore. The pain in my body was gone, and the beeping had returned to its normal volume. Nonetheless, no amount of pain could compare to what I was feeling right now. There in the driver’s seat was me; I was staring at myself with the same injuries I had just seen in the mirror.

Beep

My heart literally stopped at that moment, and I fell onto my back on the shoulder of the road. I felt nothing anymore, even though my heart had stopped beating. I looked beside myself and saw another one of my close friends lying dead in the grass, and he was staring at me blankly. He was but a lifeless shell now.

Beep

The sound of the beeping became muffled now, and I felt strangely comfortable. I looked back at the driver’s seat, and the other me wasn’t there anymore. He was gone; he was me. Then my eyes forced themselves shut, and I felt numb. What had I done?

…Beep…

My eyes opened, and I returned to consciousness again. My senses had returned to me, and thankfully so had my heartbeat. My eyes squinted as light shot into them, and I saw that it was daytime at last. Only now I wasn’t sitting on the side of road.

Beep

I looked around the environment which surrounded me, and I realized I was in a hospital bed. I noticed there was a tube in my nose to help me breathe, and there was an IV in my right arm. My body was covered by a warm white blanket, and underneath was my beaten and bandaged body.

Beep

Beside me was a heartbeat monitor, beeping every few seconds or so, and it had been the source of the beeping sound. I had only been dreaming everything that happened, and the beeping had interfered with the dream. Maybe everything was going to be okay after all.

Beep

I saw there was a doctor in the room with me. He was wearing a pair of blue scrubs, and he sat patiently in a chair at the bedside. The man seemed incredibly uncomfortable and nervous. Behind him two doctors were chatting silently in the doorway, and they could barely keep their eyes off of me.

Beep

“Welcome back,” the doctor said. “Sir, do you know your name?”

I questioned why he would ask such a strange question to me, and I raised my eyebrows at him. However, to my surprise my name didn’t strike me at all. My mind had gone blank, and no source of a name was there. What the hell had happened?!

Beep

“…No…” I said weakly.

“Your name is John Wilder,” the doctor said. “You’ve been in a comatose state for sixteen days, Mr. Wilder.”

Beep

“The police are on their way, Jeff,” one of the other doctors said as they walked in.

“Police?” I questioned. “Why are the police coming?”

“John…” the doctor said with hesitation. “There’s a warrant for your arrest. The police are coming to tell you what happened.”

My arrest? There must’ve been a mistake of some sort. I couldn’t believe the words I was hearing right now. This means the dream that I had must’ve been a real thing, and it was a recalling of what I had done. But at the same time, I couldn’t remember anything before the time I went comatose.

What the fuck had I done?

“What…did I do?” I asked reluctantly.

“You’re wanted for one count of driving under the influence, and five counts of manslaughter.”

Beep

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