Forbidden // h.s.

Ch. 4 Run.

Shock. That's all I could make out of this situation occurring right this moment.

By this time I've already lost my father and Isaiah. Now I'm on my own facing the fearful, unruly sea of people.

Screams of terror and panic could be heard from miles away as I try desperately for the second time tonight to get past the crowd towards the exit. At this moment, my safe haven I call my room seems galaxies away.

Several more gun shots were heard... and the screaming only intensified.

I'm hoping all those shots were not directed towards anyone... Although why would someone waste seven bullets as warnings?

Looking around trying to see the main source of this disturbance.. I land unsuccessful due to the hundreds of scramming heads blocking my view.

On that note, I decided I'd just pull through and figure out what hell is happening once I get out.

Continuing on my search mission to escape... I almost tripped on an unknown source.

As I glance down to see what has caused my temporary stall... My heart stops beating, my eyes bulge out of their sockets, and I swear my knees almost give out on me.

There, lying directly in front of me, is-or was- Cynthia. A close family friend's 11 year old daughter.

Eyes still open, yet the beating of her small heart has ceased.

Dead.

As my eyes tear up, and heart starts pounding to what seems like a thousand miles per hour, I frantically search my entire surroundings...

And run.

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