Authors: Emmie Dark
Shell-shocked, I watch the phone sink below the depths. Putting a steadying hand on my bag on the vanity, I suck in a breath. Thankfully, I’d flushed, though why oh why hadn’t I shut the darn lid? This is just another symbol of my life going down the toilet.
Fast.
Sighing, I lean forward to fish the device from the water, praying I can somehow salvage it. Dipping my hand in, my fingertips make contact with the smooth metal. Then, from out of nowhere, an electric-blue light zaps from the bottom of the phone, blurring my vision, stunning me. The room seems to spin like a CD, then—
Blackness.