Blank: gunshots, abuse, reincarnation

Blank, the world goes white, like after having watch the last reel of a picture show. The bullet entered the back of my brain, and forced its way all the way through. I wake up. There are ceiling tiles with water stains directly above me. Where am I? I'm no longer at that woman's odd house, she looked directly at me at the end. Her eyes had never fixed on me before, and I have …

…Of all religions I never leaned towards that one. Reincarnation. I wonder if she's alright. Maybe when I'm older I can look her up, nah she probably bundled up that damn seven year old of hers and left. Don't put me down there, damn you nurse. Yeah, yeah lady I'm your sweet little, what you didn't say, blue balloons, and that damn smirk on what I'm assuming was the sperm donation. Congratulations it's a boy.