I ride up the elevator to the fifth floor of the 1930s style hotel my family and I are staying at. I walk into my grandparent's room to see my father's father holding a gun to my mother's father's head. All eyes rest on me. The gun points towards me as i run to my grandmother's side. I tell my grandpa Charles to leave and go back to Cincinnati. Without a word the gun points in my direction, I stand five feet away from it. Five consecutive shots hit my right temple, and i know I will die. Two fireworks explode on my face, and i can feel my flesh melting like candle wax. I get up after i have fallen and try to run out of the room to the elevator across the hall, but a hand grabs my arm. Suddenly i feel the wind fly by my face as i free fall into the night air from five stories. My last image was of my grandfather dropping the gun and laughing as he pushes me through the window.
*End scene*
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