Dressed to Kill

School shooter

⚠️WARNING⚠️: This chapter contains death and many scary scenes. If you are 11 and under please do not read.

Lila sat in the nurse's office quietly as he bee stung wound burned her leg. The nurse walked up with a band-aid and an ice pack. "Sorry this is all I can do for you" she said. It was good, but she had a big low pain tolerance. She groaned but put on the band-aid and ice pack and started over dramatically limping back to class.

She went through two classes before she heard the noise. Gun shots in the distance. Her heart pounded in her chest. School shooter. For once she was greatful for her great hearing, and heard footsteps close. She needed to get out of here. She burst open the door and ran to the closest place. The library. Now ignoring the searing pain in her leg she rammed through the library door, and found herself hiding in the nearest closest, her heart racing, tears slipping down her face. She heard screams and more gun shots from the other room and clamped both her sweaty hands over her mouth.

She'd been waiting there for over an hour, but it didn't matter. She only cared about what was happening in the other classrooms. Then it hit her. She needed to get out of here. She slowly crept out of the closet, hoping no one else would hear her. Another gunshot. She started crawling across the floor, gazed across the room seeking an exit. Now seeing a window, she knew what to do. Grabbing the closest book, she threw it at the window. It made a thump barely doing any damage to the book or the window but Lila, a big bookworm, still ran over to the book and silently apologized to it. Her ears perked up. The school shooter was close.

She panicked, so frightened she lost track of time again and hid in another, more obvious closet as the library door creaked open. She could see through a little crack in the closet door, but her vision failed her, her glasses were on the ground.

They must have slipped off before she went into the closet. She saw a blurry figure not more than 12 yards away and a black shiny object in their hand. Then they bent down and picked up her glasses.

Lila was panic-stricken, her trembling fingers slowly reached for her mouth covering up a whimper as the person looked at the glasses and chuckled. "I know you're in there Lila." a deep voice said laughing like a psycho. Lila stood there, bewildered. She didn't have many friends; she wasn't popular in any way. The figure came closer and closer, but time seemed to slow a bit but just enough for the person's mask to lift up for Lila to recognize them. An old friend.

Time was back to normal in a second though, maybe even faster. But the killer opened the closet and as Lila braced for it, arms over her face, eyes closed, and in a minute another gunshot, this one pointed right at her, fired into her heart, and everything went black.