𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝚘𝚛 𝙋𝙖𝙮 [COMPLETED]

Four

This chapter contains violence and gore, read with caution!

Azmina's POV:

I was extremely nervous.

Not just because of where I was and what was happening,

Because I was about to witness someone die. Well six someones.

It was Seacoast's match point.

"Any chance we can leave now?" I hear a girl whisper to a teammate. "I don't want to see people die."

I watch her team move away from the court and go huddle in a corner at the far end of the room. I wanted to be with them. But I wanted to see how this would end as well.

The whistle blew.

The final point had been won.

Oh God, what's going to happen now! I think.

Suddenly, flaps open from the wall under the scoreboard. Six to be exact. All with small guns inside.

I hear Sunny whimper and suddenly can't fathom how terrified Waterfall Academy must feel. My heart is trying to swim its way out of my chest. I grab Juno's arm just as the first gun fires.

A kid goes down. Dead straight away, bleeding heavily from a wound in his throat. It's so deep I can see inside. I want to scream. I want to run away. But doing that makes me look like a total wimp so I don't.

The second fires and this time it's a head shot. Emily and Sunny look away with cries of fear and I can't tear my eyes of the boy. Completely dead, eyes staring straight at the ceiling, blood pouring down his face and matting his hair. The bullet wound directly in his forehead. 

The third and fourth fire at the same time and two more boys fall. One coughs up blood and hits his head on the ground. He chokes three more times, blood spewing from his mouth until he dies. The other kid dies instantly, the bullet hitting the side of his neck, the part connected to his jaw.

"Holy shit," I whisper.

The fifth and sixth guns fire as well and this time I don't watch. I hear the boys hit the ground and can picture the blood coming from their wounds, puddling on the floor.

And I run.

I run from the death scene. Straight down a hallway and into the bathrooms where I throw up. This place, so disgusting, so dangerous that it makes me sick. I cry and scream. The whole thing, so unfair. In normal life, if you lost a match you wouldn't get shot in the head. 

And I might be one of those boys.

I might get shot.

I might die.

I might already be dead.