WARNING!: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE/SENSITIVE SUBJECTS. PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY.
I blacked out.
My brain just removed half of the puzzle pieces of what happened yesterday.
I don't remember walking home... But I do remember getting into a box like truck.
I remember hearing sirens and beeps, people yelling in my face.
I remember feeling a big thud, and tumbling.
I feel my eyes open. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm alive.
As I open my eyes, I see about 4 other people laying on the ground, presumably dead. I look over a bit and see an ambulance destroyed, laying on it's side, with it's back doors open, tools, bags, and liquids falling out. What happened when I was barely conscious? What happened at school?
I hear sirens from far away. Must be first responders coming to check out the scene.
I start to feel a throbbing in my leg. I slowly look down to see open flesh in the form of a circle, and I go to touch it, feeling something metal and tube shaped in the muscle. This cant be good. It has to be a bullet.
.......
Am I going to die?
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Junior Killer
Misterio / Suspenso"Chop Chop. I don't have all day" My instructor scolded me. Yes you do. All you do is sit on your bum 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. No wonder you have absolutely no buttocks fat. It's wierd to think of you with butt fat in general...
