trigger warning, this one is pretty bad.
A gunman was at my front door shooting at my mom and i, for some reason all the doors were lined up perfectly with the front door and none of the doors were closed nor did we attempt to shut them. He was carrying an automatic rifle with a strap. As he was shooting at us, I had a smaller gun shooting back but never being able to hit him. We went back and forth for a little bit, I still never had any success with shooting him. As I was about to start shooting at him again, he shot my mom in the head causing instant death. I seen her body fall to the ground while she was pouring blood. In my mind I thought, "i can't live without her" I stopped my attempt at shooting the man, and just stood out in front of the door frame giving him a clear view of myself. I looked at him while he pointed the gun at me, I heard the gun go off and then there was nothing. I had died.
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Dream Journal #2
General FictionThe second part to my dream journal. Capturing the dreams I have caused by severe anxiety. Trigger warning; some dreams are graphic, traumatic or mature. *none of these are real life scenarios, these are all my real dreams*
