zofia's pov.
Dying wasn't in my routine for today. But when life gives you lemons, you get lemon juice in your eye and scream bloody murderer. This can't be my last minute's, I never told Callum I loved him. But this is not the end, it won't be the end.
The window is turning black with coal stains. Wait the black is moving, what the fuck it's him, the man from my dreams. He's here. But why, did he do this. I thought to my sulky self, whilst looking at the school burning in front of me, the doors are locked and it's unexplainable how they are so now I get to watch my friends die before me. His cold black eyes locked with my sea blue ones. A digusting wide smirk spreaded it's self across his egg shape head. From what I could see he pulled out his Samsung galaxy S4 mini. Same as mine that's how I can tell, my eyes aren't that good.
Within seconds a small buzz sounded the entire hallway. Shuffling around I mange to grasp my phone and began pulling it out, I opened up up my messages after putting in my idiotic passcode and begun reading the short but startling message.
" It was nice seeing you Zofia". My stalker typed.
So I replied with.
" Can't say the same about you and go to hell, you pathetic arsewipe." I can say I refuse to die but it doesn't work like that does it. These familiar bland hallways that I've grown to hate are starting to become sentimental.
The cream walls the dull grey hard flooring, I can't describe my thoughts, well I can but it's too tragic to say.
I've spent my whole life hating this place and promising when I get out of Oakland high I'll never come back, there's nothing to come back too.
My parents are somewhere unknown, and my adoptive parents hate me, like I'm some abomination or something but now in these circumstances looks like I'll be gone for good.
But a tiny and I mean tiny spec of me wants to know who my real parents are and why they left me, my adopted 'things' said that my parents were young and not even adults whem I was born, also thst they weren't mature enough to keep me. Well I say 'FUCKING TRY AT LEAST'. All they had to do is try, they were mature enough to create me so they can be able to keep me. As I thougjt about my life a single tear trickled down my slender face.
Today is my birthday and I'm sixteen. Yay. Happy sweet sixteen zofia, you having a good time watching your friends die and you can't do anything about because your afraid you'll die too.
Laurens choking, and I want to help her but I can't find the strength to get to my feet or crawl. " Don't die" I choked out to Lauren but I had a strange feeling she couldn't hear me.
She opened her big blue eyes and looked straight at me, tears spilled over her eyelids onto her petite pale face. Lauren had check bone freckles but the rest of her face is worryingly white, her usual rosy cheeks are nonexistent. Bye Lauren. I thought. I new then that she is taking her last breathes.
" Zofia". She croaked out.
" I know, it's going to be fine". I tried shouting back but epicly failing to do so.
One of my best friends has just died. And all I can think about is how can I get out of here.
" Guys this way, I can hear choking. Hurry." A unfamiliar voice screamed out. I think it's male, but who knows these days.
The next thing I know is I'm getting lifted but I can't remember anything else my guess is that I blacked out. It feels like smoke is grabbing my lungs and twisting them, but thats impossible. Maybe God answered my prayers after all. And now I can tell Callum how I feel.
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Sorry it's short
Brooke*
