Molly Carter (eliadtywysog) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-09-08 15:50:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Entry tags: | michael madison, molly carter |
attn: Mike
There are things you do when you get into a car accident. You call 911, or you try to get out of the car, or you try to hail down someone by the side of the road.
You don't usually call your high school English teacher.
You could argue that Molly doesn't want to call the cops, since her boyfriend was driving, and he's incredibly high and not a little drunk. You could probably argue that it's not wise to hail down strangers, especially if you have even basic familiarity with the premises of horror films. That still doesn't really justify the fact that she manages to fall out of the car onto her hands and knees, scrabbling in the wet grass and fallen leaves for her cell phone, and when she gets hold of it she shakily dials his number.
"Mr. Madison? Oh God oh God oh God please pick up. Please pick up. Mr. Madison?"