...i'm goin huntin'" were the words that came from the boys mouth. The last words heard and the last thing they saw was the farm house still miles away. Running as hard as their legs would carry them till suddenly i silent PTT! noise was heard from behind, and in a split second a sharp pain hit the back. The pain was sudden and harsh, breathing was extremely hard, heavy gasps between tears and shock. Crying, the pain was horrindous, and they crumpled to the ground as their back and chest stung and burned with pain. The children surrounded it reassuring that the gun never fired, and they weren't hit, but they were hit, and the pellet gun wasn't broken. It cried got up and hurried back to the farm hobbling and gasping in pain clutching their chest, saying over and over "I don't wanna die, i don't wanna die." The children ran the opposite direction, leaving it to make it back on it's own. a traumatizing event in my life when I was 13 years old. The bb is lodge in my left lung close to the left atrium of my heart. The position of the bb makes it difficult for removal unless it moves or becomes life threatening. done with watercolor, acrylics, gouache, bic pen, india ink, and gel pen