don't+go

The promotion is more important to you than anything. Besides, it's just a silly note. It was probably just a practical joke. You are not going to listen to it. How will they know anyway? There's no way they can find you. There's no way you were going to be that dumb.

Despite your attempts to reassure yourself, panic races through your veins. Your back grows warm and clammy, and your palms begin to sweat. Angst grips your chest as you wonder what could happen. You can feel your heartbeat fluttering inside. What if they can really find you? Are they watching you right now? What did you do to make them target you?

You think back to the day before. There was that encounter on the subway. You didn't mean to run into that man. Would he really go to these drastic measures because you tripped him with your briefcase? It was an accident. Did he know that? Did you apologize? You think so, but you can't be sure. You always take more than one fortune cookie at Chinese restaurants. Did someone find out? Could it be the Mafia? Everyone tried to warn you about moving to New York. What if it was that time you watched that guy steal the spatula at the dollar store? You knew you should have joined the Witness Protection Program.

Your mind races as you go through all the possible scenarios. You think you can make it to work safely. But what if they're waiting outside your door? What if they catch you before you make it to the car? Should you call the police? Will they really find out? If you don't, what will happen? Do you have a choice?

You decide to call. //Better to be safe than sorry//, you reason. You reach for the phone and hit the talk button, but before you can dial the three life-saving numbers, it rings. You jump. Is it them? You begin to panic.

Do you answer it or call 911 instead?

Answer the call.

Don't answer the call and dial 911 instead.