Tuesday, November 29, 2005
I Was Dying
It was around two in the afternoon when I realized someone shot me with a gun on the right side of my head. Painful it was indeed. My dad panicked and did not know what to do, or, if I may say, he did not know what he was doing. Instead of bringing me to the hospital, we rode a bicycle and went to a convinience store. I could've died right away but I did not. The pain was surprisingly tolerable while we were under the burning sun. While at the convinience store, waiting for medical attention (I guess), I was trying to insert my index finger through the tiny hole on my head. Maybe I was hoping that I could get the bullet out. I still know how red and thick the blood was but, why wasn't it flowing?
