I was lucky to be alive. If I hadn't been tilting the gun upwards when it went off....I would have been dead. Easily. Everyone who witnessed it actually thought I had died at first. Head wounds bleed profusely even if it's just a scratch. This...this was slightly more than a scratch. I mean the bullet had cracked my skull, but at least it hadn't penetrated my brain.
But for whatever reason, I had survived shooting myself. Not that I'd intended to shoot myself. I had thought the gun empty actually. How was I supposed to know that there was a bullet in the chamber when I'd picked it up?
Needless to say. I was never going near a gun again if I could help it. I didn't need to tempt fate twice.
-Inspiration from an online article.
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