Solving My Own Murder

I was pushed. That's all I remember. But my autopsy shows I was shot in the head. Why can't I remember being shot? Why do I only remember being pushed? I woke up in panic, scared and annoyed. It's like my day is repeating itself.

I have to get to the bottom of this. I can only remember riding on the bus, everyone staring at me like they've seen a ghost. I keep my head low and got off the bus to a location I can't remember. But I know in my heart, I can feel it, I need to be here. I entered a jewelry store, the name seemed so blurry. No matter what I did I couldn't get it clear. Why is a big white guy running my way? Why does he seem so angry of my appearance? Why is he screaming? He's getting so close, should I run? He's reaching out to me. I moved to the side, he ran into the door shattering the glass and falling to the floor. He pulled out a gun pointing it directly at me. I threw a knife only cutting his shoulder. He shot! I threw another one cutting his throat open. Where did those knives come from? Why did I even have them? As I'm laying on the floor I'm thinking to myself, "is this the person who shot me? Is this why my autopsy said I was shot?" Let me take you back to me being thrown off the roof.

It's crazy when you think you have true friends who you think will always protect you no matter what. In this case, I can't seem to remember my friends. I knew that I was at a party and it was crazy. Playing games drinking just having a good time. I think everything took a turn for the worst when we all decided to play truth or dare... We began with small stuff, then medium stuff that didn't seem as serious as they were. We all started to dare each other to do some pretty crazy stuff like swallowing five pills and shooting ten shots in a row, even running outside naked. But when someone dared me to go to the roof and stand on the edge with just one leg, I knew I couldn't act scared and not do it. It seemed like such a simple thing to do, so I did. On my way up to the roof, everyone gathered to the bottom with their phones pointing to towards me as they started to record.

Two girls followed me to the top of the roof to make sure I did my dare. As we reached the roof, I took off my jacket that seemed so heavy and my shoes. I strode at the edge of the building and slowly lift one foot trying to keep it together. I began to count to five. 1, 2, 3... one girl started to scream while the other one laughed and pushed me. As I was falling, I remembered everything that had ever happened in my life. I was having flashbacks. I can remember the look on everyone's face at the bottom and how terrified they looked before I hit the ground. Why was I thrown off the roof? Was it a dare gone wrong? Did they plan to kill me the whole night?

So I ask again, why did my autopsy say I was shot in the head? Nothing seemed to be making sense. I couldn't get to the bottom of it. So I woke up...