cloud_leopard
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I just moved to Charlotte two days ago, renting a room from a family. This afternoon, the dad, who is a security guard, shot himself while cleaning his gun. Went through his hand and his leg. Blood was everywhere, kids were screaming. I grabbed the kids and ran upstairs with them while the mom called 911.
She's at the hospital now, I'm watching the kids, and seriously considering finding a new place to live at the end of the month, since I already paid for this month. I'm not actually freaking out that much. I didn't even freak out when I ran downstairs after I heard the shot. Delayed reaction? I don't know. You would think that when someone in your house gets shot that should mean something. I guess I'm not even sensitive to blood. The fact that I didn't have a real response bothers me more than the actual situation.
I felt like I needed to get this out somewhere. Thanks for reading my bit about today.
She's at the hospital now, I'm watching the kids, and seriously considering finding a new place to live at the end of the month, since I already paid for this month. I'm not actually freaking out that much. I didn't even freak out when I ran downstairs after I heard the shot. Delayed reaction? I don't know. You would think that when someone in your house gets shot that should mean something. I guess I'm not even sensitive to blood. The fact that I didn't have a real response bothers me more than the actual situation.
I felt like I needed to get this out somewhere. Thanks for reading my bit about today.