The music was sad, errie, I woke up terriffied, afraid of what I was going to see, instead I woke up in a hospital bed, remembering bits of what happened. A bullet laying on the ground, bleeding, paralyzed. Wondering if I was going to die.
The dream never changed and the song was always the same. Not a sad country song, something more mournful, like something you hear in the climax of a good movie,
This wasn't a movie though, I was shot, that wasn't scripted it was real. I had done nothing to deserve this too, but who deserves to be shot while walking out of the door after buying a bottle of water on a hot summer day.
I had no idea that something so simple so innocent could change my life.
I had no idea why I was targetted, and I was still being targetted. The armed guards outside of my hospital room told me that.
I knew this was way beyond protocol, this was far from normal.
We didn't live in a community where people got shot for no reason, we didn't have a large gang population.
So why was I shot?
What secrets did this person think I had?
When would the music stop playing?
I wasn't even safe in the hospital how was I going to be safe when I went home, and the doctors were talking about releasing me soon. What should have been a reason to celebrate brought shivers down me.
Because I didn't know what waited for me when I was out of the protection of the hospital.
They had me where they wanted me now, I certainly couldnt run anywhere.
I couldn't even stand up on my own let alone run...
What made me a target?
What secrets did I have that I was unaware of?