I grew up around guns, my step father has always had a few and it was just pretty common for me to be around them. He was always safe though, as far as I know they were never loaded in the house with me. I also live in Phoenix, and if you don't know this, Phoenix has terrible gang problems. People do drive-bys all the time, and seriously, you always hear about people getting shot.
In addition to that, at least two people in my family have been killed by guns. One was a horrible almost murder/suicide in like the late 80's, and the other was when my cousin shot and killed himself. I have ALWAYS associated guns with death and murder.
So last night I was with the person I'm dating and a few of his friends, and they had all been drinking a little bit, except I wasn't so I could drive home. Around midnight, we went across the street to pick up his friends gun; the person I'm dating went inside, grabbed it, and brought it out. and then accidentally shot it about a foot away from me into the garage door because his stupid fucking friend never bothered to tell him the gun was loaded.
His neighbors thought it was hilarious, but all last night and even this morning I'm incredibly freaked out bu the whole thing. So many bad things could have happened. For some reason no one called the cops for shots fired, which proves how ghetto Phoenix can be because people are sort of used to hearing that. He could have shot any of his friends OR me. The bullet could have gone in his house.
It was a shotgun, by the way.
I know this is really long, but I feel like I overreacted. He kissed me goodnight and went inside, but he was obviously in a horrible mood, so I called my friend who came and got me because I was really crying and couldn't drive home.
I don't know, what do you think about the whole thing? It just makes me even more scared of guns, I think I had like a panic attack or something.
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