Insanity: A short story

The Day

It was in eight grade, I was in the computer lab and my teacher was behind me while my best friend Erin was sitting next to me. While in the middle of working, a young man, i'm guessing was a highschooler bursted through the door with what looked like a semi-automatic rifle and yelled for everyone to stay where they were. While he was talking, my teacher was slowly reaching for his handgun. The man noticed and shot my teacher in the right side of his chest. The man said for everyone to look at my teacher as he shot him again. Erin looked away and he noticed, he then grabbed her and hit me with the butt of his rifle so I wouldn't intervene.

Erin was begging for her life while he lifted the gun to her head and shot her. Something in me cracked. The mental dams in my head were failing me, all of my anger was rushing into my mind, taking over my thoughts. He thought he knocked me out and had his back turned as I reached for my teacher's gun. After I got it, I shot him in the back of his knee, crippling him. Something in me changed, I was hearing voices, telling me to torture him. I shot him in his other knee, while he was still screaming. I picked up his rifle and threw it in a corner, unavailable to anyone else. I don't know, but something forced me to yell at him.

"Do you think, that you can just come in here and kill everyone I know and love?! I have seen too many people die! My great-grandmother, my fifth grade teacher, my friend since second grade! Now you come in here and kill everything I hold dear? Now you messed up, you REALLY messed up!"

I shot his arms while he was begging for his life.

"What about when Erin begged for hers?! You still killed her! Now it's time for yours to end!"

I put the gun in his mouth and whispered go to hell before I shot him. I then started to cackle, I have never laughed like that unless I was playing around. I look back at it and I scare myself. After I killed him the police showed up and I disabled both guns. From eyewitness reports and me losing my mind, I was sent to this mental hospital.