the neumonic matrix

this my first story it is work in progres so it not perfect so anycomnets wouldbe helpful

as i stand there staring down the cold steel barrel of the the gun pointed at my chest a single bead of sweat trickeling down my cheek i was so scared i didnt even hear the shot all i knew was the warm feeling as a crimson lake poured from the hole the bullet now calls home
as i lay there on the cold concrete floor decending into the void slipping into nothingness all the while search for a bright light that will never come people go  on that when you die you whole life flashes before your eyes not for me all i kept hearing over and over was a single moment a single sentence '' you need to take a vacation''