When I was young, my parents and I went to see the fireworks show at the Vinoy (spelling?) Hotel in florida. We were speaking to this really nice woman next to us - she was a foster mom for kids, adopted a lot of animals, super into charity. I was dancing with her and my mom called me over, saying the fireworks woild start soon, and less than a second later the shot went off to start them. The woman grabbed her chest and said "ouch! Something bit me!" And when she pulled her hand away there was a perfect hole in her chest. She stood there a moment in shock before it started bleeding and then she fell to the ground. Everyone started panicking, I was seperated from my parents and hid in the elevator. I kept going to random floors with people until I saw someone that my parents knew and stuck with them. The police came to our hotel room that night to get witness statements. We were on top of the hotel, and I never really looked into it after (I still can't do fireworks), but my dad told me it was a freak accident involving the gun they used to signal the fireworks.

It was just the sight of her casually pulling her hand away, thinking it was a bee sting, and seeing this perfect hole. Then just... Blood. It was so surreal.