My gun was pointed toward you
I was all messed up in fury
You were resoning in a high voice, a few feet in front of my weapon
You said something and I put my finger on the trigger
I warned you to stay away and shut my eyes
Didn’t know what happened at that instant exactly, for it was a matter of miniseconds,
I heard a gunshot. A loud and painful one.
Before I had shut my eyes, you were the target of that loaded gun
But when I opened my eyes, the bullet had passed through me, not you
Right through my chest on the left side.
I was the one bleeding. How?
My hands were still holding the weapon pointed toward you.
But I was the one who got shot.
I don’t know how you did that. Was that a magic spell? Or something scientific?
But I was the one to bled. I bled too much. It was like watching life leaving my side with every flush of red fluid.
Shocked and hurt. That’s me.
Were you hurt? I don’t remember or know. How could I see, I was bleeding after all.
In less than a second, I got a hole in me.
I have that hole right now.
And that pains terribly, horribly.