I was staying in my mothers flat, in a room I spent my childhood and puberty. My parents were together, sitting in the dining room, absolutely calm like any time before (in real life they are divorced). I was feeling disturbed. Some unnamed threat was looming. Once I new that someone is approaching to kill me, I decided to run away, but first I wanted to collect some important things from my room. The problem was i couldn't decide what to take with me. The main items I was considering were my laptop and a wallet, which are rather obvious, but I still couldn't make a clear decision and just storm out. It took me so long that it was too late to escape, so I hid in the linen box under my bed. Then the murderer (a guy in disguise) appeared in my room door, produced his gun and shot me through the bed, somehow knowing I'm there. I saw the bullets piercing the linen and then hitting me in slow motion. I was still alive, but then he shot again and I woke up.
No comments:
Post a Comment