Funny thing about trying to do the right thing is that it doesn’t always turn out like you want it to. They say that time heals all wounds. I don’t think that’s true because what just happened, I don’t think that I will ever be able to get over.
The gun went off. I expected there to be a lot of pain, possibly suffering, but I couldn’t even feel an entry wound. There was nothing. I had my eyes shut so tight, thinking that maybe it was already over, and the reason I couldn’t feel anything was that I was already dead. If only that were true.
When my eyes snapped open, Joel was lying on the ground in front of me. His eyes were closed, and I couldn’t see that he was breathing. I dropped to my knees, placing my hand on his chest, and that was when I felt it,
