The doorknob shoots shot off.
" He shot the doorknob"a kid yells.
Well no shit. Anne curls up into me and I can feel her tears through my sweater. My eyes are closed scared for what's about to go down. The door creeks open.
" There you are my boy"the man says.
I look up confused and I see...
" Dad?" I yell.
Anne let's go of me when I need her most.
" You, you are the only one that needs to be dead right now. I wasn't planning on killing anyone else but you know I get a little carried away." He says.
" Dad your drunk" I cry because I know exactly why he's here.
" If you weren't here at all none of this would ever happen. Your mom wouldn't leave me, your friends would be alive, and I wouldn't be living on the fucking streets." He yells.
" It's your fault mom and I left." I yell because it is, he was a drunk and he quit is job because a women apparently deserves to work.
" No dad please it's not my fault" I cried.
" It really is"
I blink and a bullet is in my chest. Anne is attached to me.
" Cam, no no no stay with me please I need you" she screams.
I don't notice what she's saying because there's a bullet in my chest. The FBI take me to the ambulance and they drive off. The wee woo sound is not helping me at the moment. Neither is the Paramedics yells. We arrive and they put a mask over my face.
" It's going to be ok"they say as they rush me in. The mask is Anesthesia so In a couple seconds I'm out like a light.
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Non-FictionThis story is about the two perspectives about a school shooting. When reading you feel find out the true feelings one another has about the shooting. So let's find out what obstacles they go through on the way!
