Looking Death in the Face

This is a poem I wrote after I had a dream about it and actually felt the pain

Looking into the barrel of a gun
Seeing the look of pure hatred in the holder's eyes, piercing your soul.
Feeling the stares of your loved ones, all of them hiding behind small tables.
The little barrier of security for the ones lucky enough to hide under them.
 
You knew you were never going to live to an old age, but this is crazy,
being killed, yet not knowing the reason why.
 
Screams and shock are muffled as a shot pierces the air.
You had been hit, the side of your shirt slowly growing wet with blood.
Why is he teasing me?
Does he want me to have a painful death to prove something?
 
As he slowly comes closer, you wince at the pain of your wound.
The smirk on his face told you he was not finished, more so that he was confident.
He smiled, his teeth seeming to show his lack of self-esteem.
As he walked over to me, he put his finger on the trigger.
 
His breath on my face,
so wretched and cold.
His breath sent a shiver down my defensive body.
"So?" He said, breathing the words onto my neck like a snake coiling around me.
"Do you still believe in your God?"
His words struck my heart and many others, as I heard gasps.
Was this the reason he had come to this school? To kill believers?
He breathed into my face again,"Are you going to answer?"
 
Alcohol.
This man was intoxicated, his breath story enough.
"Well? Do you believe or not?"
My eyes full of fear and hatred, "Why do you ask me such a question?"
The blood loss was getting to my head, as my shirt was covered in blood.
"If you do, you are a fool and should die" The man said, trying to keep standing.
 
"Well my obvious answer is" I started, trying to stay up myself.
"What D****t?" He screamed, holding the gun to my chest.
"I will always believe in Him" I said, no fear in my voice, yet tears streaming down my face.
I smiled at his shocked face.
 
He looked at me, then pulled the trigger.
With a thud, I hit the floor
my chest slowly tightening up.
He had hit me in the lungs.
Blood slowly coming out of my mouth, suffocating me.
 
Screams and mourns were integrated with fear
the man had shot at the crowd.
 
The busting of glass
pieces scattering on the ground.
Two men grabbed the man, taking his gun.
 
The terror has ended.
 
Slowly drifting into a sleep-like state, I fought to stay awake.
My love, I see you.
You had come after the man was grabbed.
Anger and sorrow filled your beautiful face as you lifted my bloody head off the floor.
Do not cry, my love.
I never told you how much I cared for you,
yet you are here in my last moments on this earth.
That shall be enough until you meet me one day.
 
With a smile I say my last words "I love you"