It was dark outside. My friend and I were walking when a car approaches us really closely. She doesn't stop walking, thinking that the car will stop as we crossed the road. But no, the car didn't stop. I pull her away so she wouldn't get hit and the car parks close to us. The window rolls down and a man starts yelling at us. It was a bitter old man. "What do you think? Only old people have to stop for your ass to cross the street?" he yelled as he finished beeping his horn.

I yell at him back "We stop for others! Why can't you?!"
His evil eyes look back at me. He slowly opens the door and pulls out his gun.
"I'll show you how this ends" he said.

In fear of my life, I run into the building that we were near and my friend follows me. This was a building I had been in before. I was familiar with this building. I had dreams about this building before. I could remember which doors led to what. It was my old music school. But for this instance, everything had changed. Instead of the hardwood floors where the gym used to be, there was a massive tent, circus style. There was a small entry way around the tent that I decide to hide in. Air would blow into it every now and then so it would remain its shape. My friend still followed me behind but she wasn't close enough so I could see her.

I could hear the man walking inside the room. He clapped his hands and more air blew into this tent. Every footsteps made me more nervous. He was talking to another man for a second. He was ordering the other man to watch the circus room. Make sure no one was in sight.

Standing still as much as possible, I was hoping he wouldn't see me. My friend whispered "I think he saw your foot move.." I was terrified. I didn't understand why this man wanted to kill me. I didn't even know this man.

I knew that there were doors near that I could exit from.. but I couldn't move. I still felt his presence near me. For some random reason though, I could hear another friend of mine near. I could hear her voice.

Minutes passed by and my heart was pounding.
I didn't feel safe whatsoever and I knew my time was about to come.
I heard a slight whisper "oh my god.. is the gun on her head?.."
My eyes opened wide and I couldn't believe I was even in this situation.
I felt the tip of the gun behind my head.. I could hear the man slowly pull the trigger.
"Well her life was over anyways.." was the last thing I heard as I woke up.


What does this mean?!