When I felt the bullet enter my heart, the pain was
curiously minimal. Numbed out, perhaps by natural chemicals, I felt strangely
calm.
All around
me, blurred faces came close and withdrew. Seemingly distant voices babbled
some nonsense. Eventually the familiar emergency siren sounded, first faintly,
then louder – fit to blow me away, until it stopped. I felt my body being
lifted; I sensed the motion of the vehicle – saw faces again – eyes fixed on
me.
I try to
send details to the local press but I get no response. I see headlines
announcing the incident. They’ve got it all wrong – totally wrong. That’s not
unusual for them! They still take no notice of me – however hard I try.
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