HighSchool Never Ends

Shaun's Story

So, Adriane has already told you about the fact that I'm dead. It happened a while back and it's not my fault. They say life is given by one and can be taken by many, that's true for me. I'm a murderer, well not so much me as the monster inside. My demons control me, it's blood thirsty and seeks revenge for all the pain I've been put through. I was in High School at Westside, it was my 11th grade year and the demon had become tired of the torture. Since middle school I was labeled the weird kid, loner, outsider, emo, worthless, and shit head. Of course I was told to kill myself, put people out of their misery, etc. That's exactly what I decided to do, put people out of their misery. There was this shiny gun at my house, the murder house, and I decided to finally put it to use. I waited until my mom had left for work and went to school late so I would be unnoticed. As I walked in people are coming out of classrooms and with every person was at least two bullets, that's all it took, and I moved on. Word about a boy walking the halls with a gun shooting up the school travels fast obviously. Some students hid in the cafeteria with doors closed and locked, tables against the door, and the five teens hiding behind the lunch counter. I walked around to the entrance exactly where the fellow students were attempting to hide. It took a matter of five to ten minutes, screaming, begging, and crying until finally; The whole school was silent. This story of my mass murder had gotten to the police that night and they knew it was me. I had been caught on video camera and the evidence was shown that I was the physco. The cops pulled up to my house and pushed past my mom, ran up to my room, and there I was...waiting. They started walking towards me, ignoring my mothers plead of my innocence. I, being the dumbass I am, reached for my gun laying on my bed. This apparently is a sign of threatening a police officer and it didn't help to put my hand, shaped like a gun, beside my head and mouth the word, "boom". I was shot on the spot by all of them at the same time, I died immediately inside of my bedroom upstairs. That's the story of my death, the reason I'm still here lies within the history of the Murder House I mentioned before.