Waiting for death

Date: 1/6/2019

Traveled from Scotland to New York City with my family. We finally got to nyc and it was very crowded with lots of traffic so we got out of the car and walked. We went to a hotel and lived there for a long while. We owned a small but important art gallery. One night my sister and I are the target of murder. Someone small walked into the gallery and flicked tiny metal pieces into our skin. Some flakes hit my chest and inflected my heart. It was a slow, painful way to die. My sister and I were left to wait for death to come. The people in the gallery didn’t realize it was real.