[ WP ] You 're locked in a room with a bomb . The timer is counting down from two minutes and you 're only left a note saying , `` Cut the red wire to defuse the bomb . '' You 're colorblind .

The note was clear. “ Cut the red wire, and she lives, SUCKER. ” 
 My Love lay there propped up in the corner, legs listless. I wasn ’ t sure if she had fallen from her wheelchair, or had been pushed. I could see her commands, her mouth shouting, her arms waving. I live to be of service to her, and yet, here, now…I am useless. Before this disaster, I could heed her every whim. Anything she asked, I would do and more. My roommate Charlie likes to tell me I ’ m pathetic when I bring her the morning paper. Apparently everyone gets their news from phones these days, but I say there is something old fashioned and romantic about bringing your Love a paper in bed every morning. 
 And here it was. My Love, Charlie, myself, and this blasted bomb in our very own home. Red wire? Of all the things I could do for her…I could not do this. Red? I have never been able seen that color my entire life. 
 I look at my roommate. 
 “ Charlie, please…help me.. ” I begged. 
 Charlie just sat on the table, staring at me with those judging eyes of his. Asshole. He ’ s actually smiling. I never should have let him move in. I bet he could see red. I bet he could cut these wires too. Actually, I bet he brought the bomb and wrote this note. 
 The panic set in. But how do I cut them - what if I figure out what red looks like - what do I cut the wire with?! 
 “ Charlie, get your sorry ass over here and help me! ” I shout. 
 I glance at my Love, her screams are whispers now. The blinking lights of the bomb mock me. 2 minutes left. Smoke is rising and fills my nostrils. 
 Useless. Pathetic. I used to be such a good boy. Now look at me, running around a bomb, locked in my own home, my Love in such distress she has now fainted on the floor, and my sadistic roommate might be the culprit for all of this. 
 
 The neighbors! They could help! I sprint to the nearest window and howl as I never have before. Like I said, I was always a good boy. But today, today I am already ruining everything. Might as well make a racket. Jessica is in the front yard, and she hears me! Bless that child and her sourdough treats. And bless her ears. She comes to the window, looks inside, and understands. 
 Within seconds her parents are at the door, slamming it to get inside. 
 
 But the bomb….the bomb. Only a few seconds left. The room is filling with smoke. Three….two…one….And beeping. The end is now. We are all going to die! I LOSE MY MIND and find within me a howl to scare all manner of wolf or beast. 
 Jessica ’ s dad breaks through the front door and helps my Love back into her wheel chair. Jessica ’ s mom is on her cell, calling someone hopefully to resuscitate my Love. Poor dear looks so pale. But will any of it matter? When does the bomb go off anyway. WE ARE DONE! IT IS ALL OVER! 
 “ Yes ”, said Jessica ’ s mom, “ yes, Like I said, 88 year old woman unconscious but breathing. We have her back in her wheelchair. I ’ m sorry, YES -WE HAVE HER BACK IN HER WHEELCHAIR. I ’ M SORRY - yes, HER WHEELCHAIR - SORRY HER DOG WONT STOP BARKING. IT ’ S HOW WE FOUND HER. NO, NO THAT ’ S THE TOASTER - YES - THE TOASTER IS BEEPING…I ’ LL UNPLUG IT NOW - Yes, ok, sorry - “ 
 
 Toaster….TOASTER?!! I stop my racket. Jessica and her parents looked at me suddenly in the silence. I can hear Charlie snickering. 
 Jessica ’ s mom continues talking on the phone, “ Yes, uh, the dog stopped barking. Hmmm? Yes, please hurry, Geraldine is unconscious - she ’ s our neighbor - yes - again: 5532 South Columbia St. That ’ s right. No, we are fine. Thank you. OK ”. 
 
 “ Mom, ” Jessica asks, “ what is this? ” and she points at that horrible note. Charlie ’ s note. Jessica ’ s mom picks it up, inspects it, and to my horror, says, “ No idea. Looks like a scrap of paper with weird scratches on it. ” She throws it in the trash?!? 
 The neighbors can not READ?! Do they think I ’ m just crazy? Do they not see the lies, the torture I just endured?! Today, I might skin myself a cat. 
 
 
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 I ’ ve read the rules and hopefully I ’ m doing this right. This is my first attempt at joining the writing prompt community. 

