Chapter 111. So What’s Next?

The gun fired and the sound echoed in the room. Everything went black and I fell to the floor. I couldn’t see or feel anything. 

It was like the switch in my head had been turned off.

Was it—was it over?

Had I shot myself by accident? Was I dead? The thought alone was terrifying. But again, if I could feel and have an internal monologue, that meant that I was not dead, right?

Before I knew it, my eyes shot open and I took in a sharp breath as if I had been held under water for an hour. I stared at the ceiling and I could see a hole from the bullet.

I wasn’t shot. Oh my god, I wasn’t shot!

My mom was by my side in seconds, she made sure that the gun was as far away from me as she could get it, then she pulled me into her arms, crying.

And it was right there that I knew—that I knew that I needed to get my life together again. It was right there that I knew that I couldn’t do this to my mom. Losing Lisa was traumatizing enough. 

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