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Purple is strange but is not at the same time.
At first, it seems like a joyful and flamboyant color, even thought it's part of the cold colors.
The meanings of purple are wisdom, creativity, dignity, devotion, mystery, pride and many more.
I wasn't disappointed. What was written about it was pretty interesting even thought dad always says that what we read on the internet isn't always true. Of course, I know that some explanations might be just plain bullshit but real creative depending on how believable they make them.
I don't know about other people and it may be a bit odd for you or in the contrary not even the slightest, but I always have been attracted to this color as well as feeling incomplete. Just like a puzzle missing a piece.
Anyway, when I ask people this famous question, the majority would hesitate a bit before saying the most common color or just multiple colors, saying they can't decide because most colors are beautiful to them. Or something like that.
As for me, I always answered purple out of instinct, not like it was unusual to say it anyway.
Usually they would answer like "Oh that's cool" or "Okay" as if it didn't really interest them, I'm pretty sure they didn't really care because sooner or later they'll forget this useless piece of information. What's the point in learning something you won't be associated with in the future's favorite color.
If social conversations were like this, no wonder I'm an introvert.
I snapped out back to reality when I realized my sister was talking to me, but because of my headphones, I didn't hear anything she said.
So, I moved one part of my headphones from one of my ears before opening my mouth to ask, "What?".
She looked at me with her usual annoyed face, her little spoiled princess face.
"I just said that we are going to the bank to retrieve some money, then we'll go shopping, and after that we'll go eat at Burger King!!" She exclaimed happily.
"Okay, cool," I plainly answered her.
"Aren't you happy?! We'll get to eat burgers with mom!" She exclaimed while putting her left arm around my shoulder and posed dramatically. 'Please stop, sister, people are looking at us weirdly...' I thought.
"Yeah" I answered monotonously, but inside I was really excited because we were going to eat burger and fries after the torture.
"Then show more enthusiasm!"
She let go of my shoulder and raced to mom's side, linking her arms with my moms. I decided to join her and did the same with mom's other arm.
It was just like when we were children, those memories made me I feel nostalgic right now. I could totally feel nostalgic music playing in the background while I watch around me as if I became a good grandparents who is thinking about the past.
I'm not a little child anymore but I'm still too young to be a grandparent. I did grow and I'm taller than my mom, at the same time she's only 1m55 (5'1) , and I'm 1m58 (5'2). My sister is only a bit taller than me, just 4 cm.
I know we aren't the tallest humans in the world, not the smallest either, but I think I'm at least average.
But...
Why am I thinking about my height? It's not even relevant right now.
As I was talking in my thought alone about useless things while walking, we finally arrived at the bank but I didn't really care about it, I was just bored.
Today I could have just stay in my room and maybe draw or paint, but my mom and my sister dragged me out.
Well it was mostly my sister, she was saying that we were going to go shopping and I could buy some clothes.
I don't really like it.
Because it was sucking my energy and I got tired very easily and it always end up with me having a back pain and some nausea feeling when I was in the bus back home.
Maybe I simply hated going out.
So, I was just standing behind them while they were bickering about how to use the machine.
I got exasperated watching them, so I looked around the bank. I noticed small things like there was not a lot of customers or a person having some weird looking boots. As I continued to look around I saw another weird person, who was wearing a black mask covering half of his face, entering the bank while walking tensely and loudly.
I felt suspicious about him and the way he was acting, that was also where my guts instincts were telling me that something was wrong.
So remembering on how people on reddit listened their guts feelings and were saved by it, I was about to turn to my mother and sister to tell them that we should get out of the bank but a voice interrupted me before I could even let out a word.
"Everyone get down on the floor and don't move!!" The person yelled in a trembling voice as he shot at the ceiling two times.
My mom and sister were like petrified by the voice and when they heard the gun noise they were scared and immediately went down directly while shutting their eyes and putting their arms around their ears.
Me, I stupidly didn't move because I was paralyzed just like in those lucid dreams where you can see and hear but not move.
I was really lucky that he wasn't really paying attention to me because he started to yell at the employee and pressed them to fill the bag with money.
But the employee who were stuttering and trembling tried to reason him that in this bank liquid money was only accessible by using the machine.
And at the reception it was only for online money or for help.
He was furious knowing that his plans didn't really work out well, so he frightened them to shoot a customer, and he happened to point his gun at me.
Of course, one of the reason was that the other few customers ran away when they had the chance. I was impressed that they had the courage to do it because my legs were expectedly numb from fear and stress.
Totally not expecting this, I was shocked to see him turning here, strangely when he pointed his weapon at me all of those emotions disappeared, I was not afraid. It was like all the previous tensions were gone from my body, but I still couldn't move.
Also, if I moved from my spot my sister and mom behind me who were on the floor could get shoot by a lost bullet seeing on how inexperienced he was with shooting. So, it was good that he wasn't really paying attention down our feet and I couldn't just move and let him choose them as a new target.
Final conclusion, I was blocked.
As one of the employee were calming him down, he was about to let down his gun but the sudden movement of one of other employee made him accidentally pulled the trigger by fear thinking the alert button was pushed.
Guess who got shot?
Of course, it was me. I was the only one who he pointed his gun at. But.... I'm actually impressed that he managed to shoot a long range range perfectly.
My hands were shaking a bit and I touched my chest. I always thought that bullet wounds would hurt like knifes.
But at least this proved me wrong, at first I didn't felt anything then my chest started to burn. My legs were feeling weak and my whole body started falling down.
I fell like a sack of potatoes, it was disturbing because I could feel some liquid pouring out of my body as if someone was emptying me just like someone drinking coke but in a gory way.
I heard my mom and my sister screaming my name in horror. It was a normal reaction. I mean, I did just get shot.
I didn't know about the person who shot me, but I think he escaped when he realized he shot me accidentally.
Earlier, I fell forward so I had my cheek on the floor and it was cold, I felt someone turning me on my back, my vision was a bit fuzzy but I could see the sickly pale skin of my sister.
But I couldn't see mom because my sister was blocking the view with her big chicken head.
"Don't worry *******, mom called the ambulance!! They will be here soon, I promise! Stay with me!!" She screamed in my face and tears fell down hers. I've never saw her act like this before. It was foreign to me, that look of desperateness.
Also, you mean that she is calling an ambulance right now. Isn't it a bit too late?
And shouldn't she be scared of blood that is coming out from my body?
I always thought my sister was scared of blood, so when I was watching horrors movies she'd always call me a psychopath because on how I supposedly liked how people get murdered or tortured.
So we just joked about it a lot, it was fun.
I don't know why but I feel like watching some memories of my life, it's freaky.
Now I'm seeing the time sis tried to bake a vegetarian cake for my mom's birthday, it didn't taste good so I made fun about it, like I was having a stomach aches after I ate it.
I see dad always ganging up with me to tease my sister.
I was seeing myself saving memes on my phone to send them to my sister just to annoy her but I knew she would laugh at it.
We had moments were we laughed a lot, it was nice watching movies with my mother, even if I didn't understand anything.
It's a bit sad that I won't make it to my sister's 18 birthday. It was supposed to be this Friday.
I think at least a minute passed but it felt more like 25 Minutes with my memories appearing out of nowhere and me talking in my own brain.
Now, I was feeling more and more sleepy, so me being the laziest person on earth I closed my eyes ignoring something wet dripping on my face and someone screaming something incoherent.
I smiled even thought I couldn't see anymore, my eyes started to tear up and I weakly opened my mouth to say:
"I don't wanna die."
Then, I blacked out.