Gun shot

I’m lying in my bed,
Trying to sleep.
When my b/f brakes down the door
And tells me to get up.
I ask why?
He tells me to shut up,
Or else he’ll hit me wicked hard.
So I get up and get dressed.
He pulls me down the stairs
And tells me to not say a word.
I’m getting really scared.
He’s never acted like this before.
He pulls me out the door
And his friends are there with weapons.
I ask him, “What’s going on?”
He pulls out a gun,
And hits me over the head with it
And says,
“I told you I would hit you if you don’t be quite!”
I’m all dizzy now.
He hit me in my eye,
Now I can barely see.
I say I’m sorry,
And he hits me again in the stomach.
What he didn’t know
Is that I’m pregnant with his child.
I drop down in a small ball
And he kicks me in the stomach again wicked hard.
It brings tears to my eyes.
His friends start to hit me too.
And that brings tears to my eyes even more.
I ask them to please stop
Or else I’ll lose it.
My b/f tells them to stop,
And asks me with a attude,
“Lose what?”
I tell him,
“I was going to tell you on our anniversary tomorrow
That I’m pregnant with your child.
I’m 3 months pregnant.”
His friends are still kicking me,
And punching me in the stomach.
He yells at them to stop it.
And they tell him that he said they were supposed to kill me.
By this point,
I’m coughing up blood,
And crying so hard.
He tells me he’s so sorry,
And tries to hold me.
I push him off me,
With little strength
I have left.
I slowly start to get up,
I turn around,
A gun goes off
My hand moves to my stomach
I feel something warm.
I look down at my hand
It's covered with red
It's starting to get cold.
I look up, in to my b/f eyes.
His eyes are teary
Things go black
The ground rushes up
I AM DEAD