My dad was gonna kill me. I wasn’t afraid. I knew he is working for someone that I have made angry. I was my fault. There were people who came and talked to me before it happened and I felt sad and in the same time helpless. If I tell anyone he will have to kill those people as well. We were in this small white room with just one white bed where I was lying and there were a lot of windows. The air became heavier and heavier every minute. And than the time came. Doors were closed and everyone was gone. I stood up turning my back to my murderer and I was looking at shelves full of white books. The air was heavy and hot; I was thinking about what will I see in the last minute of my life. You know, they say that your whole life runs in front of your sight before the end. I felt gun against my head. I couldn’t wait for everything to be over. I didn’t scream, I didn’t run away. I just waited for the moment to come.
That was the moment I heard the trigger go off. But there was no bullet. Once again, and once again there were on bullet. Once again…. But this time it stroked me. I didn’t feel the pain in my head, I felt it in my back. I thought that my life would be over with just one bullet, but no. It went on and on with more bullets in my head and more sharp pain in my back. I don’t know if I died…
But the next thing I knew was this beautiful place. A bit like Greece with blue sea and sun from all sides. And with me in a light, lace dress, meeting all my closest souls, back in the human life. They told me how much they loved me and gave me or told me a significant detail about our short human journey together.
I don’t know if I was dead.