My life is over. I don't even know what to do. Just sitting here is getting boring. Fast. I tune myself into my environment listening to the shots in the hallways. Kids are dying fast and the shooter shows no mercy. Shouts ring throughout my ears. Shouts of pain and fear. I hate some of the kids of this school but no one deserves to die. Not even the mean kids. Everyone's lives are important. Small or big. Mean or nice. Smart or beautiful. Everyone should have a chance to live. My thoughts were cut short by the sound of panic in high pitched footsteps. A small boy comes down the hall running, screaming. The shooter comes behind. I hold my breath. Close my eyes. Freeze my limbs. Acting dead.
A shot fires. Followed by another. Another. After three shots a body hits the ground with a thud. My guess is it's the boy's body. Lifeless.
The shooter laughs. A bellowing laugh. Happyness. Success.
“There. No one can mock me again.” He said with his booming voice full of triumph.
I let out a silent tear. Pain. Grief. Fear. All things I never want to feel again.
“Hmm” The shooter said. “Wh…”
Panic ensued. Did he see my tears? I am not dead. Yet. I prepare myself to be chalked full of bullets.
I lay still breath held tight. Still. Calm. Quiet. Silent in fact. He walks away. Leaving me dumbfounded. Why didn’t I have 5 bullets in me by now?
A door slams. Shut. I hope so. Did the shooter leave? What happened to everyone else?
I look at Kiera. Looking for an answer.
“Sit. We should wait. What if he comes back?”
I sit. hopelessly. Waiting.
I look at my watch. Time. A funny thing. Fast when you don't want it. Slow when you don't want it.
11:13
4 hours to go. I don’t risk drawing attention. Unwanted attention.
12:19
I breathe in and out. In and out. I cry silently. I cry for the mothers. The fathers. The brothers. Sisters. Cousins. Uncles. Aunts. Grandmas. Grandpas. Everyone that is not ready for the heartbreak and grief in this building.
Authors note
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After this story I plan to release another short story about an expected dragon world in the coming few weeks maybe a month.
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