littlegirllost

I dreamt I swallowed three muscle relaxers. I needed to get home to watch my baby sister. She might die without me. She was just a baby, but she smoked, and I had to make sure she didn't get into any cigarettes.
It was a long walk home, and the pills were potent. I couldn't stand up. I was on my knees, dragging myself along the sidewalk, pulling myself up on the big chain-link fence. I would take a few lurching steps, then fall down again. It was so frustrating.
This 12-year-old black boy walked up to me. He seemed to feel sorry for me. He pulled me up into a standing position and leaned me against the fence. I thought he was going to help me. I was crying.
He had a small gun. He pressed it against my forehead. I didn't notice it at first. I still thought he was trying to be nice. I kept asking him to help me, over and over. I had my hands around his neck, and on his face.
I didn't have any money. He let me check my pockets to be sure. The gun was pointed toward him now. I reached over and pulled the trigger and the bullet went through his elbow.
He chased me home. The muscle relaxers weren't affecting my anymore. We locked the doors. I could hear him outside, trying to get in, but I wasn't really afraid. We hid in the bedroom until the cops came. The baby was fine, but she had gotten into the cigarettes.