C46 My Hand

I raised my hand to my face trying to block off my face like it wouldn't rip my whole being to shreads. Just some seconds left and I'll leave tis earth for good.

A gunshot ran harshly into my hear drums and I hand to remove my hand which blocked my face to my hear to block the sound of the gunshot instead.

I heard a whimper and my eyes snapped open...I wasn't dead but..