A public school in California was attacked by terrorists and only seven of the students survived through a secret anti- organized crime. The seven students were placed between two options: death or joining.
The seven students didn't have a choice ex...
They are hunting us down one by one. I can hear their footsteps and gunshots echoing in the hallways. I hope they won't find me. I'm not ready to die. I'm not ready to face God. I have no tears left. I cried them all out. But there is a drop left, it is falling down my cheek right now.
"Noah, I'm so scared... Noah," I say to him. "They are going to kill us. We are going to die Noah."
Noah and I are in a relationship, but it's far from healthy. We don't like each other, let alone love each other. We are only together because of the pressure from others, who see us as a perfect couple. They admire us, compliment us and envy us for our love and harmony. But you don't know the truth. They don't know how we fight, and we heard how we lie. They don't know that we are trapped in a facade of happiness.
Right now, we are hiding on the roof of the school, hoping to escape the massacre. The sun is setting casting a blood glow over the horizon. I can hear the screams and gunshots below. Getting closer and closer.
"Josie, Stop please stop" he says angrily.
"They won't find us here, right? Oh my god, God save me, I still a teen girl, oh god... I dream to die at my eighties" I knew he is about to kill me, so I zip it.
"Josie, if they won't kill us, I will kill you," he says "it's not the time of your cocker"
"I don't want to die with you"
"Me either"
I got up from under the ledge and looked down. The situation is miserable, everyone is dead, everyone, and I can't handle what I'm seeing, blood is everywhere, literally everywhere...there were some terrorists there, just standing, waiting others to finish their arena match.
I remember how it all started. I skipped class with Noah to hang out. Suddenly we heard a loud explosion. Then another one and another one. We ran to the nearest classroom and locked the door. We tried to call for help but the phone lines were jammed. We heard screams and gunshots outside. We were terrified.
I smelled smoke and fire. I felt sweat and tears on my face. I heard my heartbeat and breathing. I saw the fear and panic of Noah's eyes. I Tasted blood and bile in my mouth. I was in hell.
We managed to escape Before they enter the room. Quickly running to the roof of the school.
I wonder if my brother is still out there, alive and safe. Maybe he made it out of this nightmare. Maybe he found a way to escape. I wish to see him again, to hug him and tell him I love him. I wish to see him promptly before it's too late.
I often wonder how my parents will feel when I die or if I die. Will they mourn for me and my brother, who they never cared enough about. Will they regret the way they treated us or the way they ignored us? Will they cry for us or pray for us? Or will they be indifferent and cold as they always were?
My mother never showed us love. She was always busy with their own affairs, neglecting our needs and feelings. She never hugged us or praised us or listened to us. She never made us feel wanted or valued.
My father never provided for us. He was always busy with work and company and stuff. Leaving us alone and helpless. He never protected us or taught us or played with us. He never made us feel safe or smart or happy.
Despite our parents' wealth, me and my brother never felt cared for and loved by them.
Me and Jayden, my brother, grew up in a lonely home without any warmth or affection. We felt alone and unwanted. We longed with a different family about a family.
As I gazed at Noah, I saw the burden of his troubles weighing him down. He looked like he had given up on everything and there was no hope left in his eyes.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I find myself speechless. No words can capture the intensity of my emotions. I feel like I'm drowning in the sea of hopelessness, and no one can hear my cries.
Then finally I whisper "Noah, what are you thinking? What's on your mind? Don't you want to spend your last words with me? Your last moments?" He isn't even looking at me, he is stray in the sky, contemplating it. "I know you don't, but we don't have a choice, maybe the last one in the planet that you want to spend your last minutes with is me."
He lowers his eyes the sky and turns to meet mine. His honey eyes are like blades, cutting through me with their fierceness. They show his pain, his struggle, his sorrow. I am drawn to his eyes, and I cannot look away.
He opens his mouth to speak, but before he says a word, we hear a loud and ominous sound. It is the sound of footsteps, heavy and relentless, approaching our location.
They are coming for us and we have nowhere to run. We crouch under the ledge, hoping they won't find us. We hold our breaths and wait.
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Sev... "Bruh, c'mon man, you can do this. We'll hide here until the police come." Liam. It's Liam.
We were prepared to face some foes in guns, some villains with ugly faces and hearts, who had no regard for humanity. But I where relieved to hear Liam's voice.
I crawl out from under the ledge, racing towards Liam with relief and joy. But my happiness turns into horror when I see Jayden lying on the ground, injured and bleeding from the gunmen shots. I change my direction and rush to Jayden and hold him close. I don't know if he's alive or dead, but I don't want to let him go.
"Is... he?" I'm panicking, holding him close with blood on all of me.
Liam nodes "He is alive."
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