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My first memory outside of the gun was a myriad of flying colors.
I could vaguely make out people, all wearing red hats.
But that was extremely short lived, as I found myself lodged in the neck of a person just a second later.
I became coated in his blood, it dripped down my lead body, which was surrounded by damaged flesh.
I instantly heard the sound of screaming.
It was muffled, but the sound rang in my ears almost painfully.
I’d never even seen the face of the man I was currently inside of, but his warm blood covering me made me feel comfortable.
He was dead almost instantly, of course. I began to feel guilty.
As a bullet, my only purpose was to kill people, and I’d done my job.
The other bullets in the gun were all excited, exclaiming about how amazing it’d be to finally be shot from the gun—to kill somebody.
I was just as excited as they were back then.
But now I felt overwhelmed with guilt and sadness.
I wondered what it would be like to be born as a human being.
Maybe I could have lived a peaceful life with the stranger.
Was this affection i was feeling for the man I just killed?
Things were beginning to get blurry.
I was nearing the end of my short bullet life.
I shut my eyes, my head full of hopes that I could be with this man in another life.
Our bodies went cold together.