My Third Death

My third death happened in my dad’s van. We were parked along the highway then suddenly a commotion broke on the street. My dad went out to take a look and to probably help out. I told him to be careful. I heard a gunshot followed by glass breaking. I was still wearing my seatbelt so I had difficulty time looking at the back window, to look for my dad. I was shocked to see the van’s back window shattered and there were splatters of blood on the back seats. I was worried for my dad’s safety. I was going to unbuckle my seatbelt when I noticed that my head has nodded off as if I was sleeping and was relying on the seatbelt to keep my upright. There was blood on my shirt. It was my spirit sitting straight while seeing my dead body slumped. I was shot in the head.