Catching up with Death: Initiation

Realization

Someone screamed.

My eyes flew open and I saw the same man who attempted to kill me. His gun, now loosely shaking in hand, shook violently.

I was still on my kitchen floor.

"Your ss-supposed to be dead !"He shrieked.

My arm touched my chest then realizing,I was. My shirt was soaked, and there were several bullet wounds(I counted seven)my chest. He looked at me in horror as he searched for answers, but I had none. For I couldn't speak; and even if i could my predicament was beyond me.

A loud bang went off and my own blood covered my vision. The man continued to shoot bullets into my body; none of them worked. Blood scattered the walls of my home, and the unmistakable sound of a clip being emptied filled my house.

Fifteen. I counted. He shot me fifteen times.

Im not dead?

I rose off my uncomfortable tile floor. I shouldve been scared but, i wasnt. Confidence overtook my body and I felt fierce.

Alive, to ironically say the least.

My robber, with his now empty gun scrambled hastily in his pocket as he looked at me. He chuckled.

"I've got something for you."