This is a lesson on why you shouldn't look at your phone while walking.

Of course I had numerous texts and calls form my parents, I felt more guilty as I read through each one. They were really worried about me, I was really worried about me. The night had fallen, I had flow about another hour or so, and according to Google Maps, I was somewhere in Southern Nevada, the lack of wifi made it hard to pin point my location. A thought occurred to me that if I could see where I was, it wouldn't be that hard for someone else to hack in and steal it. I couldn't call authorities, 'cause I was a bit of a freak of nature. And my face was everywhere, they were looking for me anyway.

With the remaining battery I had, I surfed the web. Indeed I was all over the internet, numerous blogs, new websites, Twitter and Facebook posts, Wattpad fanfics and news headliners. Some people were really supportive giving their location if I happened to be reading this, those, curiously, I found to be teenagers like me. Most were about the 'genetic experiment escaped' that I was dangerous and should be avoided at all costs, or immediately detained. Thankfully none said I should be killed on sight. Lots of parents were concerned for the safety of their children, some said I was an angel predicting doom or glory. My favorite site said that I was an immortal creature that lived in the clouds, preying on rainbows and making it rain. I had to stop to catch my breath after a laughter attack.

What I didn't see was the man in dark clothing step out from one the many trees in the forest. His clothes blended in with the surroundings. It was only till after my phone died and I looked up, spotting him three yards away, did I jump back.

I did here the sharp click of a loaded gun, as he raised to my shoulder.

I did the only thing I thought to do. I jumped behind a tree, and a shot went off, the bark to my right flying everywhere. The noise echoed around my head. I darted from behind my tree and ran at him, ducking as another shot went over my head, and I slammed my hand against his wrist, hearing a satisfying crack and the gun flew out of his reach.

In return he punched me in the gut, I reeled as the air was blown out of me, and took another hit to the fore head. I managed to duck his third assault, but my head pounded, there was a nasty bruise forming.

I stood and pounded my fists against his chest. He kicked me in the ribs, and I rolled the ground clutching my stomach. And the man gave three more jabs to the back. I groaned, a pleading call telling him to stop, and for a moment, he did.

Then I heard the click of the gun again, and whipped around, it was pointing right at me. I forced myself to stand, leaning heavily against a tree.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"The Lab needs you back." He replied, and pulled the trigger.

I let out a strangled scream when the bullet embedded itself in my lower abdomen, just below my ribcage. With a gasp I fell to the ground, clutching my stomach, my shirt turning red. It was the most painful I had ever experienced. The man stooped over me, as my vision swam in and out of focus, my eyes blurry with tears. He looked like he was going to drag me somewhere, then looked up, somewhat frightened, and darted away.

I forced myself to stand, though it hurt like heck. There were lights in the distance, the beams were going in all directions, they kind of looked like flash lights.

I tried to walk, and yelped, it hurt, it really hurt. I just stood shaking against my tree, the effort to hold myself up almost unbearable. Then I heard voices, and saw people coming towards me.

A lady put her hand on my shoulder and started asking me questions, my name, where were my parents. She finally started to realize I wasn't well, and I pulled my hand away from my stomach. It was covered in blood. She gasped and began signaling for someone I couldn't process.

She warped my arm around her shoulder, and we began slowly limping out of the forest.

"It hurts," I groaned softly.

"I know sweetie, just hang in there, I'm taking you back to my house, and we'll call an ambulance-"

"No!" I gasped, I couldn't go to a hospital, that would go south fast.

She gave me an odd look. "Okay fine, at least let me call your parents."

I shook my head, every breath hurt. She seemed to agree, and I found myself at the foot of what do you know? A farm house. I actually laughed for a second, but that was too painful. She opened the door and we were met with the startled faces of her family, two teens and a father. After a quick explanation to grab the first aid kit, they cleared away a table and laid me down on it.

"I have to cut your shirt off, it's getting in the way of the wound," she told me.

"No!" I breathed out with as much force as I could.

"If we're going to get the bullet out, I need you to take off your shirt," she responded, equally stern.

Without my say so, she proceeded to pull off my sweatshirt. I tried to stop her, and I drew the line when she went for my t-shirt underneath, it was blood soaked, and I didn't want to wear it, but I had to. There was no way I could trust these strangers.

"What's your name?" She asked suddenly out of the blue.

"Uh, Will."

"Will, if you want the bullet out, the shirt goes off, I'm a doctor and a mother so there's nothing I haven't seen before."

I could see she was telling the truth. And she accepted my moment of thought as agreement.

"Please, don't freak out," I breathed as it went over my head.

She paused only for a second when her hand brushed against my feathers. Her face kind of scrunched up, as if contemplating what she was feeling. And then her jaw dropped, I winced, this was the moment she would help me or dump me outside to die.

"Oh geez." Was all I heard before she laid me back on the table.

After the painkillers registered, I had a bleary, uncomfortable, sweaty night. And then I was asleep, I'm not sure want happened to me after that.

This is why you shouldn't look down at your phone while walking.