Aw man, I thought as I leaned on the bathroom wall clutching my stomach. I didn't think I would go out like this. I fell onto my side, still clutching my stomach. I had been shot in the liver. This is bad. As my vision started to fade, I saw a figure. It was probably the person who shot me. I tried to look up, but it was no use. I was losing control of my own body. I was dying. The mysterious figure kicked my head so I facing upwards. I tried to move my arm, but it was no use. It was getting warm. So this is what it feels like to die, I thought as my vision started to get dark. I'm getting tired... I said as my vision went to black. Suddenly a chime went off in my head. Its like a bell chime. It sounded familiar, like I have heard it before...
As I opened my eyes, my vision started to clear again. The first thing I saw was my roof. The roof of my bedroom. I sat up and gained felt a vague sense of Deja vu. I felt like I have done this before. I looked to my left and saw an alarm clock. It read September 13, 20XX. 6:30 am.