I froze. I couldn't move. I couldn't see but I could feel. I felt the blood I fell a pain in my ankle. I felt a cold stare. I tired not to move at all. I stopped my breathing. I heard the more gunshots down the hall. Then more screams and footsteps. I carefully crawled out from under my parents and stared at their bodies. I pulled my knees to my chest and cried softly looking around the high school. I shuddered and stood up.
Death follows me. It terrorizes me. I began walking careful not to make noise. The door was so far and I had to walk painfully slow. And the fact that I was petrified seemed to hold me back even more. I was drenched in my parents blood as it made my hair a matted forest of dark clots of hair with a red stain holding it together. I was shaking in terror as I reached for the door and finally opened it running out to the police. I would never be the same
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