[ CW ] Kill the writer in first-person narrative .

It's been three days since my boyfriend pissed off the neighbors. 
 
 They had to be pissed, he called the police on them. The neighbors had been harboring a runaway criminal. We did n't live in a bad neighborhood, there were families and good people living here with solid steady jobs. They cared about their yards and such. But, there was a bad egg, our neighbors to the south of us were shady. We could hear them yelling at their dog many times a week. Strange smoke often came out of their house, and the lights in the garage were on at odd hours. We never had proof until now that our concerns are legitimate. 
 
 The car the escaped criminal was driving had been parked at the neighbor's house and my boyfriend decided he should turn them in. This lead to the police parking in front of *our* house, and watching them through our bedroom window for hours until they caught him. They had to know it was us. And it freaked me out. 
 
 I had started tucking my pink taser in my jacket pocket when I took my miniature Yorkie out to go potty. My neighbor to the north, Jay, seemed to notice my tension, so when he saw me step outside, he'd come out and chat with me. He'd ask me about work, and talk to me about his latest construction jobs. Jay always pretend to be grabbing something out of his massive pick-up truck. It usually followed the same pattern - he grabs something out of his truck, sees me out with my dog, then starts in on how it baffles him how such a tiny dog was smarter than most of the people he worked with. We'd both gripe about our jobs and laugh about stupid customers, chase the puppy down when she tried to go after squirrels, and then part ways until the next potty break. 
 
 The sun was beginning to set when my dog started doing her potty dance by the door. I put on my jacket, slipped my taser in my pocket, and opened the door. She bolted out the door and went straight for the squirrel sniffing around the sidewalk. 
 
 `` NO! BAD GIRL, COME HERE!'' The squirrel started running across the road and her tiny legs skittered out of it. I ran after her, swearing as I tripped over a crack in the road. I felt a snap in my ankle and I went down. 
 
 The roar of a large pick-up engine was too close and I did n't know what to look at - my little dog bouncing across the neighbor's lawn, or the tires that were n't slowing down fast enough. I chose neither and closed my eyes. 
 
 The last thing I heard was the clatter of of work boots and Jay voice cracking, `` Oh god, oh god, oh god...'' 
 

