While it is Light

Chapter VIII

Monday 2:00 P.M
Daisyville High School
Player: Salvatore

Salvatore had been sitting in class when the door was locked open, and a gun was brought into view.

Salvatore tuned out the noise of his classmates crying, begging for their lives, and instead focused on the intruder.

The intruder was a tall man, and he seemed irritated at with the student's crying. He pointed his gun at one of the girls and shot it.

Salvatore watched blood pour from the wound and spill onto the ground, contaminating the floor that had been spotlessly white a few seconds ago.

More shots rang out, and the screams got louder while at the same time decreasing in volume.

Salvatore watched the man step towards him, committing how he moved to memory.

The man held the gun up and aimed at Salvatore's chest.

Salvatore should have been scared.

He should have been crying.

But he wasn't.

The only thought going through Salvatore's mind was that he deserved this.

Salvatore deserved to die here.

He deserved to be shot and left to bleed out in a classroom of peoples who's only perception of him was his greatness.

Salvatore was brought back to reality by a piercing pain in his chest. He looked down to find blood dripping down his crisp white shirt, and onto the floor.

Salvatore fell backwards, unable to muster enough strength or courage to move.

Salvatore's last thought was simple.

I am finally free.

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