Suddenly, a bullet hole appears directly between the eyes of the man in the chair. You look around frantically to try to see where the bullet came from before you realise that the gun is in your hands. Some invisible force starts to pull the gun up to your temple. You struggle against it in vain before your muscles collapse and it fires.
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Someone was coming for me. I didn't know who, I didn't know why, I just just knew that they were coming. In my dreams, in my reality, in my TV, I had no escape and I wouldn't survive. Do you know what it's like to have to look over your shoulder every minute? To almost have a heart attack at the slightest sound? To see your own murder in excruciating detail? I do. Cause someone was coming for me. I didn't know who, I didn't know why, I just just knew that they were coming.