Do I want to die?

Date: 10/15/2016

I was shot in the chest, and a million things ran through my head as I crashed to the ground, mostly in shock than anything else. I remembered someone being there with me (I had a feeling it was a friend), but she wasn't relevant as she was only present before I got shot. I accepted death. I told myself I was willing to go because I have little to live for... then I remembered my family. I got up from the ground, suspiciously not surprised by the lack of pain, and started to walk around to find my mom. It was hard to breathe because despite the bullet not getting all the way through my chest, it still penetrated deep into my skin. I finally reached to mom, who was not panicking, but worried all the same. She asked me what happened, I told her I was shot. She asked me if I wanted her to take the bullet out for me, I started thinking. Do I genuinely want to die? I started panicking, realizing I didn't and thinking it was too late. I started to notice my difficulty breathing. Mom hurried to me, laid me down, and pulled out the bloodied bullet with a tweezer. I was relieved to be able to breathe again.