The first thing I remember is getting a text message from my neighbor. We're not great friends because we share very few interests, but we get along. We'll call him Brandon. I get a text from him asking if I would accompany him on a drug deal. Neither of us deal drugs (he doesn't do drugs), but I do smoke pot from time to time. I've quit recently so I know this is why my dreams have been so vivid lately. But back to the story. I go with him to the deal and he tells me how this guy is kinda crazy and dangerous. When the guy he is buying from shows up, he immediately pulls out a gun. I try to calm him down, but he quickly shoots me in the abdomen. I remember feeling a horrible feeling as I crumpled to the floor. The dealer was somebody I recognized from real life. The dealer was one of Brandon's old friends who used to come and skateboard at his house. I only kind've knew him.

I remember waking up in a hospital bed. Apparently I had been in a coma for two days. When I woke up they had me all sewed up and fixed. I felt fine, although I was worried about popping my stitches. I remember walking up stairs and being in the gym lobby of my school. It was like I was back in high school, seeing all my friends around there. I walked out the front doors with the sun shining through the windows around the door like they always used to do.

I don't remember anything else. Just waking up...