Because The Internetscape (BTI Script Submission)

Tires SCREECH outside. Dude 2 stands up. There's a small crash outside

Yelling

VOICE: FREEZE!

GUNSHOTS

The Boy and Dude 2 look at each other

Dude 2 rushes outside. The Boy peaks out the door to see a small fire coming from the car crash

*"Move. Get out".*

The Boy tries to sneak out but something feels wrong

*"my phone..."*

He remembers that Dude 1 took his phone. He spots a shitty flip phone on a table, probably lifted off another drug dealer

The Boy: Shit...

He fumbles with the phone, and crashes through the glass door without realizing it was closed

The glass shards cut him up a bit, but he can only focus on the flames in the front yard, the continued screams, and how to work this brick of a phone. He ducks behind a turned over chaise and opens the phone. He notices, finally, some of the damage the glass did
He peers to his arms to find what look like self inflicted scars. But they aren't straight lines. They're like tattoos
He pulls up his sleeves to find bleeding "@"'s and thumbs up / thumbs down symbols. [NAUSEATED EMOJI]

The voices of Dude 1 and Dude 2 die down. The Boy glances over to see if he can make a call safely

The Boy: Okay...let's see

He starts scrolling though the contacts

"BRYANT...ELROY...T-KING"

The Boy only then remembers his contacts aren't in this random dude's phone

He starts typing a number: (408)...

*"What's his number...what's anyone's number?"*

He hasn't memorized any of his "friend's" numbers

The screaming stops. He stands up, closes the phone, and chucks it into the pool
From underwater, we can see The Boy's bloody fingerprints dance off the phone, we see his blurry figure above it

It rings

*"Hello?"*

THE END