I wake up in the morning. My mom is sitting next to me, and kisses me on the forehead. "Morning," She whispers. "Ready for your first day out of the hospital?" She asks. I look on my phone, and notice it is 1:00 in the afternoon. I jump out of bed, and begin to look in my closet. I decide to wear a grey shirt, blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. I put on my makeup, and my mom and I go out. We go to Walmart, and I buy some things I want. You know, mascara, eyeliner, everything like that. I take a selfie. My mom looks at me, smiling. She walks off to go get some milk, and all the other everyday essentials she needs. "Get out!" I hear something loudly whisper in my ear, and I spin around. Nothing. I ignore it, having second thoughts. I walk out of the isle. Before I can take another step, a bullet launches into my rib. I scream in agony, and keep walking. I run outside, adrenaline running through my veins. What is going on? All hell has frozen over.

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