Game Over

I grab it quickly and dial 911.
Pulling it to me, I listen to it ring.
A perky feminine voice echoed in the room, "911, what is your emergency?"
Hoping no one can hear me I muster all my strength into, "Help me... please. I've been shot twice. I don't know where.... I am. I think I'm going to die soon."
With sorrow, she responds, "Ok I am sending an ambulance. They will be there in 3-5 minutes, try to wrap your clothes around the wound until then."
I follow her instructions, ripping off my shirt sleeve and tying it around my stomach.
I tell her, "Ok. Thank---"
Another bullet enters my brain. The last thing I see is my ex-best friend standing there. She has a gun in her hand.
"Ma'am, are you alright? Hello? Ma'am?"
A bloody haze covers my eyes as they close for the last time.
In the darkness, a screen lights up in front of me.
I read the screen aloud, "Game Over."
Underneath there are two bright buttons.They read, "Try again" and, "End Game."