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>Be Me
>14-15 year old me
>Gets out of my bedroom
>Goes to the kitchen to get a drink
>Greets my uncle's friend good morning
>He's that average conspiracy theorist budging in his conspiracies when we talk about life and anything that is connected to politics
>He looks frustrated
>I ignored his frustration and proceeds to get a cold morning drink
>He then talks, stopping me in my tracks
>He mentions his friend's death due to murder
>Then he adds that the autopsy report found a plastic bullet in his body, two of which are found in his jaw
>I stopped walking and started to listen
>He then spurs out that his friend leaked (((top secret))) files that lead to his death
>Then we heard a gunshot and a fling on the roof
>My eyes widen as I looked at our treeless backyard
>My uncle looks startled but unchanged
>He tells me to get my head down
>Then another shot was fired, this time hitting the ground from our backyard
>He peeks out and retracts back, telling me that the black silhouette is a hired gun and is snipping from the tall condominium from the back
>Another shot is fired, this time hitting the wall where my uncle is
>I started to panic and run back to the living room, warning the others
>My aunt and younger brother started to panic as they heard my call
>Then my aunt goes to the open to see what's going on
>I shouted that she should go back as I rushed to my laptop as I ignored the constant firing and shouting
>Started to panic on what platform I should use to dox myself in exchange of any type of aid
>I chose /bant/
>Started to encoded our location and GPS coordinates
>Then I closed my eyes to collect myself
>Then I woke up
>Rushed to the kitchen to see our backyard
>Oddly enough, there's trees in the back
>After collecting every thought, all that happening was just a dream
I don't know what's real anymore...
