This A long time ago I was sat on the floor in my garden. It was sunny, but not warm. I had been trying to read a book I borrowed from the library about the planets and by this point, I'd just lost interest, so I closed it and went inside. I felt like I had caught the sun because my face felt fresh and alive. I hadn't though, I was just being hopeful, my skin was it's normal stupid self. I felt like going on the computer and checking my E-mails. I had been expecting a reply from a colleague in response to a piece of wood I had sent her in the post. She never replies within a decent time and I know for a fact she visits her computer frequently. I just think she could try harder that's all. Anyway I walked through to the study area and there was a man with a shotgun stood in the middle of the room. He had broken in whilst I was in the garden. He shot me immediately in the stomach then walked over to me and whispered in my ear..."if you ever, ever go near my face again I'll chop your fucking legs off". I started crying, by this point my stomach had opened up and the blood was pouring all over the wooden floor like soup boiling over a pan. I told him not to worry and that I would be dead within a few minutes because he had shot me. He took a step back, looked at me for a few seconds like he'd just seen Jesus walk on water and said to me "I'm sorry, I love you and I didn't know what else to do. I'm so sorry" I called him a bastard and gargled for a few seconds then died. God wasn't waiting for me a the pearly gates, nothing was. I just died. If I'd known this was going to happen I would have lived #life a lot harder. She said.
