7th witness.
does death have sound? Or does it drown all your senses before you do? Soon every one will know, for the once filled halls with nothing but the norm and young students, is now utter silence. Maybe dead silence? There seems to be no difference between the roar of the lightning and the sound of gun fire, towards the glass ceiling. thousands of glass shards shatter and fall upon my shoulders. Leaving scrapes and small rivers of life running down stream of my arms. Scattering like panicked ants, the students of cy-Lincoln high; duck and rush for cover. Droplets of water fall from the shattered ceiling glass, and onto my nose. with in a matter of seconds my entire face is drenched with rain fall. My vision starts to blur as the water drowns my sight. I blink my eyes as an attempt to cleanse the water from my sight. Once I open them, I take a gaze to look around and savoir the moment. so much power.. So much power. I pull the slide of the back of the gun, revealing how many rounds were left in the chamber, then I whisper to my self "seven rounds. seven bodies, seven witnesses." stepping forward towards the stairs, I find her. Nila. Nila. Nila. Was the only thing running through my thoughts, or were they clouded? No matter. Her face as pale as the moon, was it from the sight of I? Or the fear of what happens next? Don't beg, don't cry. It'll just make it worse. Why must you look so innocent now? Just 3 pounds of squeeze is all it takes, pull it. Pull it now. She's just a forgotten memory, pull it. You weak fuck do it. Close your eyes, wait no keep them open, just don't think, Do. I close the doors of my world and paused. "149 days ago, why did you let Nivi do it?" after those words I felt a push and the sound of a ping of a fallen shell. But another sound was present; the sound of life falling with it.
