You never know what to expect

**this is a short story that i wrote for school once**

It was a dark, stormy night. The street was empty and wet. I was walking to the shop to get milk and bread. All of a sudden, I tripped and fell into a puddle of blood. I tried to get up but it was impossible, I was frozen with fear. I looked up to see if there was anyone or anything around that the blood could have belonged to, but there was nothing. I laid there and wandered, wandered what, why and how the blood got there. A person, a cat, a dog, I didn't know, all I did know, was that I wanted to get out of there, but I couldn't move. All these thoughts kept jumping into my head, but I didn't want to believe any of them. I didn't want to believe that someone had been murdered right in that very spot I was lying, and I didn't want to believe any animal had died here either. Then I thought, Maybe it's mine, maybe the blood is mine, I sure hoped not. I wanted to find out who the blood belonged to, and I wanted to find out fast, but I just couldn't get up. I wandered why, why I couldn't get up, but I couldn't think of any reasonable explanation, I mean, I was out of shock, so why couldn't I get up? I kept lying there in thought, when all of a sudden I heard this voice, a man maybe, no a child, a little boy was screaming, but why? I still couldn't move, so I couldn't get up to talk to him. So I started yelling out to him, but it was like he couldn't hear me. I didn't know what was going on, it was weird. I kept trying to scream, then all of a sudden, these people all turned their lights on and came running out of their houses, they were all concerned with the little boy, all asking him questions and what not. Then they all started coming towards me. Finally, I thought, finally someone to help me get up out of this blood batch. But when they got near, they all stopped and stared, it seemed as if they were all in shock. Why, I mean I only tripped, and couldn't get up. All I wanted was to get up, why wouldn't they help me up? All of a sudden, the scene changed, like in dreams. I was at someone's funeral, but who? Everyone was crying, besides me, why wasn't I crying, I thought. I mean, I'm at someone's funeral, so obviously they meant something to me, so why wasn't I crying? Then I looked at the grave stone, trying to figure out whose funeral it was. Mine, it was mine. But wait, I thought, how, when? Then it took me back, back to the night I fell, it showed me why I fell. I fell because I was shot. That's who the blood belonged to, ME. I then woke up with shock. Thank god I thought, it was all just a dream.