run away

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A lot happens in that very last millisecond. Like the rest of my life is trying to cram itself into this moment. I hear the nasty whistle of the bullet rushing towards me through the air. I see all the details in the room disappear until I see only myself standing.

My name on the notes. It was really there. This is happening.

Fragments of sounds run through my head. Screaming. Crying. Someone who screams.

All the fear of the past few days is coming out. God please, help me. I want to run away.

But it does not work.

You can think a lot in a millisecond, but do almost nothing.

The last thing I feel is the tip of a bullet hitting my skin and piercing its way through my skull.

Strangely enough, it doesn't hurt. It's the softest touch I've ever felt.

You don't have to be afraid, I want to shout.

But I fall.

Right through the light that falls on me.

And forget everything.

Even what I think now.

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