Ghostly Brother

Blasphemy

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Bella's POV:

I stood paralyzed. My feet stuck to the floor. I couldn't move.

Hell, I couldn't even breathe.

From then on it was a blur.

Mario took my hand and dropped us both to the floor, my guess was to try and avoid any other bullets.

The screams of the audience rang in my ears as more bullets were shot. I looked to the left and saw Ivan and Travis cowering under a desk that was set backstage. I also saw other students running from backstage to the exit door.

I motioned to Ivan and Travis to the door and they nodded their heads. They ran to the door, escaping the scene.

Mario and I crawled over to the stairs that led down to the exit door.

One of us didn't make it out.

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Tristan's POV

If I was still alive. I would've thrown up.

The scene before me was horrible.

I saw people get shot, people and kids crying. Children screaming.

I wanted to die all over again. I whipped my head to the right and saw Bryan and my parents cowering under some chairs they had piled to try and stop bullets coming towards them.

The other boys parents had made it out safely like many others.

What made me even more sick to my stomach was that Bryans dad seemed to enjoy this shooting spree.

He was laughing.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, security came and tackled Bryans father to the floor. Paramedics came and searched the scene for and victims.

Thankfully, they're weren't that many and they weren't seriously hurt.

At least, that's what I thought.

I saw  Mario run from backstage and scream for help. His hands covered in blood.

Two paramedics ran backstage with a stretcher. I was about to float over and see who was unlucky, when they ran over and started yelling loudly.

"Hey, we have a code red! Teenage girl; wounded in the stomach! Losing an insane amount of blood! We need an ambulance to the hospital stat!" One of the paramedics yelled.

Bella laid on the stretcher. Her shirt covered in blood. Her eyes were closed as the paramedics put an oxygen mask on her.

That's when I realized two things.

1.) I failed my mission which was to keep her safe.

2.) Ghosts can faint.

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Bryan's POV:

I sat with Bella's parents on the uncomfortable plastic hospital chair.

Bella's mom sat on the other side of the hallway alongside her husband. She was crying softly, head resting on her husbands shoulder.

I sat there with my hands clasped together staring at the floor. Silent tears ran down my cheeks.

Mario was taken to one of the hospital restrooms with a nurse to clean up the blood on his hands which he used to try and slow down Bella's bleeding back at the school.

This was all my fault.

I sniffed quietly and tangled my hands in my hair, elbows resting on my knees.

I heard the scruffing of feet against the tiled floor and felt someone sat next to me. They rested their hand on my back and out of habit, I flinched.

I looked up and saw Mario, who was giving me an apologetic look, and sighed heavily.

I looked back at my hands and began to fumble with them. Mario leaned forward, leaning his elbows on his knees.

He turned his head slightly towards me and looked sternly at me.

"It's not your fault Bryan."

I closed my eyes tightly and sucked in a deep breath.

"Yes it is." I whispered softly.

"No, its not Bryan."

I raised my head a bit and stared blankly at the wall. "You don't get it."

"Bryan. It is not your fault, You didn't tell him to shoot up the place. You didn't know what was going to happen. Hell, I bet you don't even know the bastard that shot-"

"He's my dad." I whispered, cutting him off.