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Through the Eyes of Death
Jeremy Almeida
I saw him point the gun at me, and I saw him pull the trigger; after that, it
all became a blur of sights, sounds, and pain.. It just keeps repeating in my
mind: the gun, the bullet, and that twisted face in my mind. When the bullet
hit, I didn't feel a thing. It was like a chill throughout my body, not pain I .
. . . . I actually kind of liked it. I could feel the bullet hit me in the
chest, rip through my heart, and blow out my back. I saw blood fly from my body,
and seep through my fingers as I felt the hole in my chest left by the
hollow-point forty-five slug. I figured I was dead, but it didn't feel like
death, not that I knew what death felt like, but I figured I had to be dead
because a bullet just passed straight through my heart. Slowly it would fade
away and then it would start all over again. . .the man.. .the gun.. .the
bullet. . .the blood. . .like a record with my whole life on it, and one big
scratch making it skip at the same point over. . .and over. . .and over. .
.There was no life flashing before my eyes, no dark tunnel with a light at the
end; nothing--just that moment. . .Each time I see it, it gets slower. . .I can
actually see a flash from the gun, you know, like in the movies. Here comes the
bullet. . .closer. . .closer. . .it's going in.. . here comes all the blood. .
.I can feel it. . . through the breastbone. . .into the heart. . .my blood
pouring into the chest cavity. . .my lungs collapsing as the bullet rips through
my shoulderblade, and out my back. . .It's probably still stuck in the wall
behind me or at least where my body fell. It's probably still there, not like
anyone would care to look for me. Have you ever seen a bullet rip through flesh?
It's such a violent explosion of flesh and blood. As I sat there staring in the
mirror, the gun falling from my hand, my blood blinded my vision..
