⚠️ Warning this chapter may contain some content that maybe found unsuitable for children under the age of 13.
I started to write the answer the questions. Just then i heard firing of guns. But i ignored because it was happening over and over and thought it as another bad day dream.
"Its happening again" i said to myself and ignored it.
Hamid ,the school prefect flew opened the door and shouted, "Save your lives. They are coming! Run! They will kill you!"
The class started to panic.
Sir Aamir grabbed him from his shoulders and said angrily, "Mr Hamid! Do you even know what are you saying? Are you in your senses?"
"I am not lying sir! Really!" He started crying, " Abid, Danial, Ali , they all are ... they all are GONE!!!"
"Okay Calm down everyone, everything will be okay, as soon as i am here no one can hurt you."he said facing us.
I was standing there , 😳 SHOCKED , sweating from head to toe. Different thoughts running in my mind, "It was all true, the signs. This was all meant to be. It was going to happen! The dreams everything." I grabbed my head and started to cry.
"Omar! Why are you crying?" Abdullah enquired.
"I knew it Abdullah! I knew it was coming. I knew it but ignored it. I could have warned you all. This wouldn't have happened. Innocent lives wouldn't have been gone. Its my fault."
"Omar Stop blaming yourself. It was written. It was supposed to happen. Calm down."
He said as he hugged me.
"Thank you" i wiped my tears.
Just then a bullet flew in through the window and it hit Abdullah in the chest. He was about to fall down but i grabbed him and slowly lay him on the ground.
"Everybody down NoW" yelled Sir Aamir as he closed the door.
"ABDULLAH! No! Please dont leave me! No! Come back! Open your eyes." I shouted.
I grabbed him hands they were growing as cold as ice.
"O..m.ar " he said as he tried to breath "I l..o..ve yo..u bu..ddy! Save your..self! Cons..ole m.y par..en..ts. May God Be yo..ur Guar........". His hand fell loose and those were his last words.
"No! Ahhhhhh! No! Please! Oh God! ", i said crying my heart out.
My uniform was left stained with his blood.
Another bullet came through the window but no one was hurt and within a second after this happened the door flew open again. They was a man, fully bearded, wearing a black Shalwar kameez.
He entered the class and saw Sir Aamir. He loaded his gun and shot 6 bullets in his chest.Our favourite teacher fell dead in front of us.
"Who wants to be next? Huh? Tell me or i will have to choose it by myself. Make my job a bit easier." ,he said as he turned around gacing us with an evil smile on his face.
Then someone grabbed the man from behind. It was Sir Zain.
"Run students! Go! Now ! Hurry!" He said.
I left the class as i saw Abdullah's and Sir Aamir's dead body. "May your souls Rest in peace."
We all ran through the corriders and fled to hiding places. Me and Hamid were the ones left.
"Come on Omar in know a place in the senior block" said Hamid. " its a bit far but dont worry we will make it"
"Okay". We ran as fast as we could.
* Shalwar Kameez is the national dress of Pakistan
Writer's note:
Dear readers, more coming soon new chapter will be uploaded tomorrow. Enjoy the book and dive deep into it.
Loads of L❤️ VE. There is more to explore.
P.s this one is a bit incomplete but dont worry the next one will complete it like a jigsaw puzzle. All couldnt be told once 😉 P.A.C.E
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