Shot

It just happened and I don’t know why. He grabbed a gun and shot me. I don’t even know if it was a he, all I saw was the back of a jacket.

Maybe it’s my clothes, so pretty and shiny, purple and elegant… Maybe it’s because he wanted to take away my fame? I just don’t understand, all I did was live my life... I never hurt anyone. I never strayed away from those who meant the most to me.

I can’t speak. I can’t ask him. The blood is gushing from my neck with what was once the force of all of my passion for life. I used to feel great. I used to feel famous on the inside, an inner fame, but now it’s gone. Over. No more life. All I did was be happy, and now here I’m being destroyed. My mind. My heart. It is gone.