Pocket Watch Deer

I am writing a book & want to know if this would draw you into the story? Please gives lots of feedback?

I looked over my shoulder and watched as the teenaged boy pulled a shiny, silver gun from out of his pocket. I turned to call out to my mother but it was too late. I could hear myself screaming but no one else could. I wanted to call for help but it was like someone had pressed my pause button. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move. I was like a deer caught in headlights.
I stood there like a fool, vanilla ice cream running down my little arm while the gallon of milk I’d dropped mixed with my mother’s blood. I wanted to help her, I really did, but instead I did nothing.

I sat up in bed and pulled my knees into my chest. I wanted to forget that day but the more I tried the more I remembered. Most people can’t remember what they were doing six days ago and here I was forced to relive that day over and over, over six years later.

im quite intrigued by the development of the story. some of the expressions are nice too. however, refrain from putting too much ‘I’.

Brandon Paris Band in Red Deer, AB (Pocket Full Of Holes Tour) Second Show