The girl that took a bullet for you.
She sat in the corner and would listen to music.
You heard her behind you.
You saw her in the halls.
When you made eye contact she would blush.
You saw her scars.
But you didn't see her heart.
The last day you saw her crying.
You sat next to her for the first time.
You hugged her for the first time.
What you didn't know was that was going to be the last time.
She sobbed harder.
You just hugged her tighter.
The next and last day.
A shooter came in the class room.
You stood up trying to reason
You heard the bang.
Someone was wheezing below you.
That someone was the girl who took a bullet for you.
