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Do dragons exist ... Or is it just me?

I clutched onto his leather jacket and wondered what on earth I'm doing.

'Why are we on a dragon?' I asked.

'Well, it's not real because I built it, but dragons are cool are real.'

'Yep you keep saying that.' I scoffed and got worried that the guy I was on a dragon with was a lunatic.
I admired the view. And thought about what the old witch was thinking now. Ha. Imagine her seeing me ride on a dragon. She would go nuts.

'Do dragons exist ... Or is it just me?' He asked, breaking the silence. I ignored his question.

The place we were going to was certainly far away, as we travelled for a long time. There was heaps of valleys and mountainous areas. No houses, just green trees. Never seen the outdoors that much. Always kept cooped inside, doing others people work.

'We are nearly there!' He shouted. The winds were stronger and it was much harder to hear each other.

I said ok in response and hung onto Alex a little more. Mentally and physically. He was all that I had that was good, and I needed to grasp the opportunity with my grubby hands.

I closed my eyes, the wind brushing through my hair and listening to the trees.

Unfortunately my eyes were open when Alex screamed like a girl. But that didn't matter.
I was just confused as to why

There was a man.
In the sky.
Holding a gun.
Releasing a bullet.
Into my abdomen.