Shot, dead, ghost

Date: 1/26/2017

By squircle

At a train station there was a shooter. I saw him turn towards me for no apparent reason, and knew what was coming. As I saw him pull the trigger my only thought was of how sad it was to lose ones life to such random unfortunate circumstance. Then the impact was there and I was gazing out like one does from behind ones eyes, but I had no eyes to gaze from; I saw the world through the bloody, ragged hole that was the center of my face. At first I thought I must be dreaming to still be alive, and I was filled with relief- I almost went lucid, but my brain tricked me out of it- and then I realized I was dead, and had become a ghost