My one and only involement in a shooting

Hello,

I figured I'd post another story.. probably not as good as my first, and this one doesnt
have anything to do with weed, but I figured I'd still share this story with you about the
first time (and so far, last!) I was involved in a shooting.

It was something like 1995.. I was 15 at the time, my friend Mike was over and we
were downstairs playing fucking Atari games on an old TV in my bedroom. My dad was
gone to work, we were there home alone on a Saturday. I usually called up some friends
on these days and we'd hang out, go out into the woods, etc. This is all in a small town
of about 2000 people up in Ontario, Canada.

We had one friend, his name was Sean, and everyone hated this kid.. I think every
school has it.. its that one kid that is just annoying as fuck, but for some reason you
still hung out with him. Anyways, he called and I said for some reason that today I
was going to be heading to the next town over with my Grandma, and that I wouldn't
be home that afternoon. I didn't want to see that fucker anyways.

So Mike and I are chilling, playing these Atari games and we hear this KNOCK KNOCK
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK at the door all fast... then the doorbell. I look at him and say
"Thats probably fucking Sean.. fuck Im not answering that" and Mike looked at me
and replied "Maybe its not Sean.. you should check.. could be someone else". So
yeah I agree and I start walking up the basement steps to go answer the door, and
I'm going all slow.. like really taking my time.

I get to the door, open it, and there's Sean and he's holding his throat and blood is
pouring out from between his fingers.. His eyes are big as fucking saucers and he says
"I need an Ambulance!! Look!!" and he takes his hand away from his throat, and theres
this hole in his throat about 1/4" with blood running out of it, and every time his
heart beat it would squirt out of that hole really far. I watched the blood squirt exactly
three times before he put his hand back on his throat.. this all takes maybe 3-4 seconds,
but it seems like it took minutes.

So what do I do? My jaw litterally drops and I fucking SLAM the door in his face! I
run over to the telephone, and my friend Mike has followed me up from the basement
at this point, and he sees the look on my face. He goes to thedoor and asks me
"Who is out there?" and I say "Fucking Seans been Shot!" and he stands there in
disbelief. We didnt have 911 at this point, and I couldnt have recited the number
to the Ambulance if you asked me that day, but I pulled that number out from inside
my brain from somewhere and dialed.. I hear the phone rining.. and a Lady answers
"Town Ambulance?" (im omitting the town name). And I say "I need an ambulance
at My Address.. theres a guy with lots of bleeding from the neck" I then turn to
Mike and I all of a sudden feel like fucking Sean is playing a joke on us.. so I say to
Mike.. "Look out the window and see if he's FUCKING FAKING THIS???" And I got
quite enraged, thinking this was all a Joke.. Mike, and I literally remember this,
goes white as a ghost, Turns back to me and says "he's not joking." and just stands
there motionless. So I yell to the Ambulance people "Lots of bleeding from the
neck.. please hurry." and She starts asking me a Question, and I hang up.

I run outside to see whats happening, what needs to be done, and I see Sean standing
down on my driveway, entirely covered in his own blood, a pool of blood on my driveway,
my entire side of my house covered in blood, and the guy who shot him, standing
there, crying, with the gun in his hand. I immediately recognize this guy as my friend
Peter, who lives up the road.. he is one of my close friends and we all usually hang
out togehter. He's fucking balling his eyes out.. and I grab him and say "Pete, what
the fuck happened? You need to get the FUCK out of here the cops are coming man!"
And he snaps out of it, and bolts into the forest/hills behind our houses. While hes
running off, I go back into the house and my friend mike is still standing there, totally
freaked out. I run to the phone, I dial the Police. I tell them "Theres been a shooting
at My Address, and hangup, without talking" I run to the Bathroom and grab two
hand towels and run back out onto the driveway. I grab Sean, hold him back, take his
hand away from his throat and I put the towels there to try to stop the bleeding, but
I'm thinking "This is his neck.. I cant put pressure there, even though I was taught
to put pressure on these kinds of wounds." Anyways, by now, blood is gurgling out
of his mouth and he's whispering "Dont let me die.. Dont let me die"

What seems like half an hour passes.. and I hear the sirens. Those sweet sweet
sirens, the one time in my life I was so happy to hear them. The ambulance arrives
and before the thing even stops, the attendants were jumping out of the Ambulance.
The first thing the Lady yelled was "No pressure!! NO pressure!" as they were running
up to us with their gear.

My Dad shows up.. this was a small town I told you.. the officer on duty happened
to be drinking coffee with my Father where he works, he is head of security for a
manufacturing plant there. Of course my dad hears the officer saying that he has to
go to that address, and my dad is like "WTF?"

My old man actually beat the cops there.. and the cops left about five seconds
before he did, according to him.

So im standing back away from the ambulance attendants, letting them do their
job and the shock of it is setting in, my friend mike is moving around again, finally,
my Dad is there, he runs up and asks me if im Ok and what happened.. then the
Cop asks me What happened so I had to tell the truth... I didnt know! I didnt see
the shooting. I did tell them that my friend Pete was here with a Gun, but I didnt
know if he did it or not.. even though, yeah.. there was no question, he did.

Just when I think more people couldnt show up, the Fire Department arrives.. and then
another two friends of mine show up on Bikes, they were following the fire trucks to
see a house go up or something.. then they see its my place!

The ambulance people loaded him up.. he squeezes off a fucking Thumbs Up to us..
all dramatic like, and we see the ambulance peel out. The cop calls in backup, and
proceeeds to head into the woods looking for my Friend with the Gun. The Fire Dept.
Heads out, and my friends on Bikes think its best just to leave. My Dad hangs out
for about 30 minutes, talking to me, making sure im OK, and he gives my friend
Mike a ride home. So now im there all by myself.. its been not 45 minutes since
the whole thing began. The cops are still in my driveway and in the street because
they're searching for Peter with the Gun.

I go back outside.. (I had to shower and change) and that made me feel a litte
better, but I go outside, and theres all this fucking blood.. allover the driveway,
all over my door, side of the house, everthing.. I got out the garden hose, and
looking back, this is one of the most surreal things I've ever done.. I proceeded
to hose off the blood.. all calm like, like it happens daily.. I was totally fucked in
the head at that point.. not grasping what happened. As I'm hosing off the
blood, I hear the medevac chopper fly over my head.. it's taking my friend to
the big city hospital.

After washing all the blood off the house, I then follow the trail of blood down
my driveway. I find Seans bicycle at the end of my driveway, covered in Blood,
and I see the blood trail on the street.. so I follow it, wanting to see how far
it would take me. It went on up the street a few houses, and there was a larger
blood stain on the street, and nothing before it. Where was I? Standing right
in front of Peters house.

I went home.

Naturally the police found Peter and arrested him. He was only 15, like us.

I went to school on Monday, and of course, everyone had their own theories and heard
rumors and all that whatnot.. none of it the truth, so I got to set people straight but
no one had talked to Peter cause he was in Jail, so we still didnt know what the
fuck happened.

After about a week, Sean returned to our town from the city, big bandage on his
neck.. but alive. We asked WTF he did to get shot.. so he says..

"I was riding my bike out in ofront of his house, calling him names.. so he
went inside and got his .22, and took a shot at me.. I said, you couldnt hit
the broad side of a barn from ten feet.. so he loaded up another bullet and
shot me in the neck on my bike.. I rode to your place and thats that"

He got 1.5 years in Juvie.. got out.. did it again, but to a different kid and
with a pellet gun. No shit. Stupid fucker.

Thats my story.. Sorry for them being so long.

~Experimentalist

Forgot to add.. I never got a single Thank You for saving that fuckers life. Oh Well.. LOL

 

Thanks man.. Its funny.. when you hit a situation like that, you don't think.. you just
do. Like I wrote, I didn't know the town ambulance number.. but I fucking dialed it first
shot.. just pulled it from somewhere. I didn't even think to go get the towels for
his neck.. just did it. I've got another couple of stories from back then that i'll be
posting in the next few days about instinct just taking over.

Instinct totally takes over.. I remember once everyone left, and the adrenaline started
to leave my system, I was going between mini-sobs, and hard laughs for about ten
minutes straight. Just fucked

I should also add.. that kid Sean totally deserved to get shot.. I'da shot that fucker
so many times if I had the chance... not really.. but you get the idea. The kid burned
down my shed and my doghouse and whatnot one day because I told him to fuck off
one day.

~Experimentalist