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The gun is firing

Three shots ring out in the still, cool air

Pop pop pop

My body jerks from the impact of all three It feels like someone punchedme off my feet

The dirty cement of the sidewalk rushes up tomy head hard

Tires screech as the car speeds away Another screech rises up as it rounds a corner at the end of the block

Abovewords I can’t quite make out

I’m… wet

There’s liquid spreading in a pool aroundhand to touch ertips come away stained a dark, deep red

Blood

I can taste it on ue now, coppery and bitter It’s hard to breathe

It’s hard to s

It’s hard to think

My body feels like it’s no longer my own I’m not even sure I can feel all my limbs anymore Do I still have them? Am I still here?

My mind can’t process what just happened Hoent fro out on a sidewalk in the space of less than a minute