|If You Love Me|✔️

Chapter 15

WARNING- Creepy shit still. So don't shut those lights off just yet.

Luke
"I...know...you're...in...here."

He took a shaky breath between each word and he sort of sing-songed his words, it made me shiver.

I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on slowing my breathing down. My heart was racing, I didn't know how he didn't hear it.

BOOM!

The first stall was kicked open and I was shaking as he got closer.

BOOM!

He was two stalls away from me.

BOOM!

He was at the stall next to me.

BOOM!

Than his feet stepped in front of the stall that I was in. I was shaking uncontrollably and I had tears rushing down my face.

All I could think of was, I didn't say I love you to Ashton this morning. The last thing I said to my brother was a joking 'I hate you'. Me and my mom got in a fight and now the last memories they'll have of me is us yelling at each other.

"I...can...hear...you...breathing...Lewis?"

I pressed my hand harder against my mouth.

"That's not...right...is it?" Did this physco expect me to answer him?

"Luca?...no...Luke." He practically growled my name and my eyes widened even further.

How did he know my name? I stayed as silent as I could and he tapped on my door. Making a little tune.

Taptaptap tap tap.

Then he laughed and he sounded like a guy who just came from an asylum.

"Hmm hmmm hmmm." He hummed and I had to try so hard to keep my sobs in. The only thing separating me from this guy was a stall door.

Then suddenly I saw the tip of a gun, it was huge, definitely not a hand gun. Maybe a machine gun? Something long.

He dragged it across the floor until he got to the door.

And before he left I saw his shoes turn back towards me.

"I...killed...them...you...know." He stopped to let out a loud cackle.

"And...your...next." He whispered.

Then the door swung open and his feet disappeared. I heard his footsteps down the hall, it sounded like he was skipping, which disturbed me.

When his footsteps faded and I could no longer hear them, I let out a sob. I quickly picked up my phone and didn't have time to look at all the texts from Calum and Michael.

I clicked on my moms contact, waiting for her to pick up, but she never did. I tried my dad, nothing. I tried both my brothers...still nothing.

BANG! BANG!

"Pick up!" I cried. I tried them all multiple times but still...nothing.

Then suddenly there were pounding footsteps coming back. I gasped and quickly picked up my phone, dialing 911, surely someone already did that but I don't care. (I'm from America, here it's 911)

"911 what's your emergency?"

"T-there's a guy with a gun in the school." I whispered.

"Ok sir where are you?"

"I'm at Norwest Christian College." I answered.

"The high school?" She asked and I nodded, than realized she couldn't see so I whispered a 'yes'.

"Why are you whispering honey?" She asked and I looked up as the door opened.

"Because he's right outside."

Then the familiar white shoes walked back in the door, this time with more red on them.

BOOM!

He bashed on the stall door and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Hello?" The operator asked but I just put my phone in my back pocket.

Then he started to sing what sounded like a nursery rhyme but the words didn't seem like anything a child would want to hear.

"There was...a man...in our town,
And he was...wondrous wise,
He jumped into...a bramble-bush,
And scratched...out both his eyes;
And when...he saw his eyes were out,
With all...his might...and main,
He jumped...into another bush
And scratched...them in again."

I bite my lip and open my eyes, then suddenly his hands are on the floor in front of his feet where now his knees are.

My mouth hangs open in horror as I realize he's probably gonna look under...and I really don't want to see his face.

I'm shaking as I crouch, ready to jump and run. "It's...your...turn." He mumbles and than cackles.

Then I do the most stupidest thing in the world. I whimper. I cover my mouth immediately. The sound seemed so loud in the other wise dead silent room-dead silent building.

Slowly, a hand creeps under the stall and I scoot back as far as I can.

And then he's there. I gasp as he looks under the stall and we make eye contact.

Or more accurately...I make eye contact with one of his eyes, because one eye socket is dripping blood and he's gripping one of his eyes in his hand.

But that's not what gets me, sure that's extremely disturbing...but it's who he is that shocks me.

Because I know exactly who he is.

YOU GUYS THIS IS MY THIRD UPDATE TONIGHT.

You guys are really into this I guess?

But who do you think the shooter is?

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-Olivia