Welp, I tried

Bloody Fantasy pt. 1

I'm standing by the printer in the high school hall way. By the stairwell that leads outside. The printer is being stupid again. Ugh. There's the sound of footsteps behind me. I turn around. Who? He looks lost. Not much taller than me. Dark hair. His eyes? I can't tell what color they are yet. He looks his late twenties, maybe thirties? 

"Do you need help finding a class room?"

He seems startled. Shaken. Like hes uncertain whether he should be here or not. Fighting emotions in his eyes. The way he holds himself seems off. Like hes battling internal emotions. I notice the slight tremble in his hands. That's when I noticed it. The exact same moment he reaches. The gun is out of its holster before my next breath. Slowly rising up. Pointed towards me. Grim determination and wavering decision is shown all over his face. Without thinking I reach out to grab...

bang

One shot off. I falter for a moment. The impact to my side. I feel the warmness of liquid spreading. My blood. There's a slight moment of hesitation as my opponent realizes the deed he has just done. I don't waiver. I push the gun up and grab the muzzle with both hands. Pull forward right. Push back left. Gun pointed over my shoulder. As I push. His grip doesn't loosen rather the grip sets off...

bang

Second shot off. My shoulder. No. Collar bone? I didn't know. But it hurt a heck of a lot. I didn't hesitate like the last moment. I brought my foot up. and shoved. The gun came loose. In one swift motion I turned the gun on my assailant. He stumbled backwards. Dangerously close to the stairwell.

One shot. bang

Two shots. bang

Last shot. bang

It was frozen. That moment. His last breath before tumbling back first down the stairs. The three bullets I just emptied into his chest. The look of shock in his eyes. The regret. The emptiness of defeat. Not by me. But of something else. 

He fell. 

I staggered.

The pain hit me in one fell swoop. I grabbed hold my waist, right hand. The gun still clutched with my left. The wall didn't feel so steady any more. I feel nauseated. weak. My back pocket is heavy. Phone. Gotta warn them. I looked toward the other side of the printer.

Fire alarm. 

I gotta warn them. I took a step. And another. Then fell towards the printer. I grabbed hold. My shoulder hurts. So bad. My whole arm feels like its on fire. My side is warm. and cold. The blood seeps through my shirt. I hear my breath. And the dripping blood. My pounding heart. 

Wall 

left hand 

wall 

right hand. 

I stood there. Facing the fire alarm. Left hand, gun. Right hand, pain and a handle. I cant hold on. I slide to the floor. Tears caught in my throat. I move my hand from my side. Back pocket. Phone. I pull it out. I leave a blood trail on the screen. 

Emergency. 

9. 

1.

1. 

Call. 

"Hello what is the emergency?"

"I..there was a guy...h.he had a gun. Oh god I shot him. I'm hurt an..and everyone.. they don't know. class is still on. Oh god ow..."

"Can you tell me where you are please? Ma'am can you tell me your location?"

"Pineywoods. The Academy on Raguet street. Oh god I have to warn them."

"Ma'am someones on their way. Can you hold on please? Tell me whats hurt. Talk to me. Hello?"

"I've got to warn them. Oh god.. ow.. ow.. oh god. please."

The phone drops. I look up. Fire alarm. I shift onto my hand, right. I fall. The pain. oh god the pain. I push again. Slowly rising. I reach, left hand. I grab the handle. I held on. And pulled. Noise. ringing. 

its so loud. 

make it stop. 

please. 

I collapsed back against the wall. Solid. I held my middle, right hand. The gun just lay on the ground beside me, left hand. My breath is ragged. My eyes distant. I hear yelling. Someones near me. Who?  Tall and larger. Dark hair and a beard. Seemingly confused and somewhat panicked. 

Mr. Mettlen.

Someone else is close. Asking me something. Who? Shorter and wide as well. Dark hair in a braid. Frantic. 

Mrs. Grogan.

Who is it that I am missing? I notice something in the background. kids running. Glancing about. confused. One figure. Standing. Just standing. Who? Medium height. Small frame. Shocked. Then emotion. 

Kelsi. 

I reach out, right hand. Blood on my hands. My own blood. She rushes forward. We clasp hands. I hold on. Oh god the pain. Hold on. Just hold on. Forehead to hand, my right, her right. I don't let go. There is a flurry of commotion in the corner of my eye. I don't pay attention. 

Focus.

Breath.

Hold on.

She looks up. New figures. Several of them. They move her out of the way. no. no don't let go. My grip tightens, right hand. I breath in. no. Barely a whisper. Someone starts asking questions. They try and make me let go. No. I can hear myself now. No. my grip tightens. 

"Alright Megan can you let go of her hand please? Can you hear me? We need room to get you on this stretcher. Can you let go for me? Megan can you hear me?"

My brow knots in concentration.

"No."

I don't let go. I hold on. They work around our hands. The world is dizzying. I waiver. My breath catches in my throat. They move me. I scream. The pain is unbearable. But welcomed. My hand shakes. We go down the stairwell. I never let go. I notice more people at the bottom of the stairs. Surrounding another body. Him. I did that. I squeeze my eyes closed. I did that. The sun hits my face. It's warm. I'm lifted up again and then I'm in the ambulance. Kelsi's still holding my hand. 

I'm fading. 

Slipping. 

Its harder to keep going. 

In, breath. 

Out, breath. 

My grip loosens. I hear someone catch their breath. I slide open my eyes. Kelsi. 

No can't let go. 

But how long can you hold on? 

Come on! 

tired..so tired... 

You lazy fat pig hold on! 

I can't go on...so tired...

 No you can't give...up..

I slip. And it fades. to darkness.