*All the names, events, the characters depicted are fictitious and imaginary.

In a crowded place in a street, a shootout takes place. Shops get damaged. People run here and there to save their lives. there is chaos everywhere. Some people get minor injuries. one person gets shot.

"Today may be the last day of my life. But no this not how I want to die," I thought to myself. I can feel unbearable pain as the bullet shot me. I can see blood everywhere on my body. Slowly I faint.

My eyes open up in the hospital. I can still feel the pain. I am lying in a hospital bed with family and close friends near me. Yes, the person who was shot in the shootout was me. I was not born as a gangster. The situation and my actions made me a gangster.

To be continued..

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