Do I Wanna Know

12th Chapter

~=~ Forest Michaels P.O.V. ~=~

I stand, flabbergasted, in front of the gunman. I can hear people coming to crowd us. Tom is begging the man to drop his gun.

"Get away!" The man says, his hand shaking. He's tearing up. "Get away from me! Or I'll shoot."

I back up and turn the corner. I take my phone out and dial 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The dispatcher asks.

"There's a gunman in Glendale North, near the entrance," my voice shakes. "My-my friend got shot, please hurry."

"What's your name?" The woman asks.

"Forest Michaels. My friend's name is Elle Pond."

"Okay, I'm pretty sure you can hear the sirens by now," the woman says, and I do.

I think the gunman does, too, because he panics more and shoots the ceiling.

"Get away!!!" He yells louder. I can see people coming.

"Don't come close!" I tell them. "The man'll shoot!" They all halt in the middle of the hallway.

"Put your gun down!" I look around the corner to see policemen with their guns up.

"Get away or--" He tries to pull his trigger to realize that he has no more bullets. The police also realizes and surronds him and blocks him from the possible exits. They close in on the gunman and cuff him.

I run to Elle as the paramedics strap her into a gurney. Tom and I follow them into the into the ambulance.

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We arrive in the hospital, restricted from the operation. I put my hands on my face as I sit down. Rittiny and Dysney arrive in panic.

"Where is she?" Rittiny asks.

"E.R." I sadly report.

"Where's Tom? I heard he was here," Rittiny asks just out of curiosity.

"Bathroom." I don't have the energy to create full sentences.

I tell Rittiny to call Elle's parents.

"I have to go. I don't want her parents, when they arrive, to see me. They might think we're dating." I stand up getting ready to leave. But before I do, I turn back to them. "Tell me how she's doing after the operation. Here, give me your phone." Rittiny gives me her Galaxy S3. I go to her contacts and add my number on it. "Text or call me how she's doing. Please." I can feel that my eyes are in awe, about to cry. I turn and see Tom coming from the bathroom.

"Let's go," I tell him. We have to walk to the school because our cars are there.

We walk silently, trying to navigate the way to school. It's 3-4 miles away, according to Google Maps.

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It takes us a little over an hour to get back to school. I stay silent as Tom tries to start a conversation.

School is cancelled after the shooting. It's still noon, though. All I can see, other than Tom's and my car and the principals' cars, are police cars. I'm pretty sure the police is interrogating the principals.

"Hey," Tom catches my attention, snapping his fingers in front of me. "It's fine. She-she's going to survive... It's just her left colarbone area. At least it's not her heart or her brain or anything like tha-"

"You don't know," I stop him. I'm mad at myself. I feel guilty for not being there. I probably could've saved her from that man, whoever he was.

I run to my car, leaving Tom to stroll along to his. I sit on the driver's seat and bang my head on the steering wheel. You could've been there, I yell at myself. Tears burst from my eyes, knowing that I'm alone. I don't want her to be hurt. I only got to know her in less than a week and in that week, a lot has happen. Couple of terrible things.