I was driving Carl, my white 2002 Saturn L100, with my dad in the passenger seat when all of a sudden a fire truck appeared on my right with its lights flashing.
I don't recall there being any shrieking sirens, but I needed to pull over and let the truck pass nonetheless. The truck was going weirdly slow though, and it was constantly on my right, preventing me from pulling to the side of the road.
It was dusk, so the sky wasn't completely dark but everything was in the shadows.
When I was finally able to pull over, it was down a dead end cul-de-sac in a suburb where the houses were packed in tight. The firetruck stopped behind my car and two policemen came out. They were running towards a house straight ahead with their guns pointed down. My dad and I got out of our car and stood on the street to watch what happened.
The police submerged from the house with 5 or maybe more young teenage girls who were freaking out because they were caught drinking. One of them was crying "are we going to get fined?!" and the police were escorting them out like they were getting arrested. At this point I had assumed that a neighbor called making a noise complaint or something, and the cops were coming to break up this party. I walked back to Carl and opened the driver's side door to get in.
Then all of a sudden, there was a man who resembled Borat with a gun. He walked forcefully from the house and up to my car and aimed his gun at me. One of the cops caught him from behind and tried restraining his arms. They were struggling immensely, and I ducked down to hide behind the open door of my car. I could still see the man with his gun pointing at me through the door's window.
The cop shouted "DON'T SHOOT" and they struggled for a bit, but then he shot and it hit my dad. I couldn't see my dad from where I was crouched but somehow I knew it had hit him. I had my hands over my ears and I was ducked down before the shot. When I looked back at the guy through the window, my eyes were on him for literally one second and then he shot me.
The bullet hit me right in the crevice of my right collar bone. The second it pierced me everything went black. I could feel a deep warmth start to grow in the spot where it hit me. I remember bracing myself for the pain. Then I felt the sensation like after you've hit your funny bone in your elbow. At first it hurts like a bitch, but then afterwards once the pain starts to subside you still feel the sensitivity of it. That's kind of what I was feeling in my collar bone. And my breathing became shallow; I felt like I was about to choke and drown in my own blood.
But once the bullet hit me, I wasn't panicked. It was honestly a more peaceful feeling, like the feeling of relief. And after maybe one minute of being dead/dying, and noticing that no actual pain was coming from the bullet wound, I realized that I had been dreaming and this wasn't real life.
Then I woke up.
It was very strange.
The end.
xxKa
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