i was in the living room with my family when someone saw on facebook that some man was going around downtown shooting random people. I went to my room to make sure the front door and the blinds were shut when all of a sudden the man pushed open the door and shot me twice in the lips. I passed out, someone kept telling me it's not my time to die yet. i regained consciousness, i guess my mom had no idea i had been shot, i go in the other room to tell her i needed to go to the emergency room, i look at the two holes in my lips. before we left i facetimed you to tell you how i was shot, i showed you the wounds. on facebook there was a whole post dedicated to this man's victims and i was on it, i kept commenting on the posts that i was alive just wounded.
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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*
