Experience: I was shot five times

A white Chevy pickup truck came screeching in. In my sideview mirror I saw the driver jump out. He was agitated and hiding somethingEverything was grey. I could hear my friend Priscilla screaming and voices all around me, but I couldn’t see anything. The paramedics lifted the gurney – “One, two, three” – and that’s when I came to.I wasn’t supposed to be there. I live in Fayetteville in Georgia, and I was going to Barnesville, 15 miles away, for my first