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Finals and Shooting

It was finals week, how fun! Not.....I've been stressing this whole month and barely have anytime to think clearly. Literally!? Like after one homework assignment is done another pops up! And more keeps popping up and piles on if you don't do the work. I feel like school work is gonna kill me first before my heart does.

I let out a groan of frustration as I was writing an essay for my AP world history class about the Mongols. I was analyzing documents and writing them out in my own words. Looking up once in a while to see how Harper is doing. If anything the person who is more stressed out is Harper. At this point she gave up on everything. I would too but I'll get my ass beat if I don't do to well.

"50 minutes!" My teacher called out. Halfway done! I said to myself in my own thoughts. The room was quite besides the occasional page flipping and pencil or pen been written on paper. All of a sudden this loud bang noise from outside got everyone's attention. Most of us looked up confused of what the noise was, others looking at each seeing if they know what it is. Then there it is again.

Bang bang bang

Harper looked at me her face laced with worry and fear. Then the speakers came on. But not in a calm matter.

Students and teachers! Lock your doors and windows! There is a shooter on campus! We are going into a hard lockdown! This is not a drill!!!

After that warning there was banging noises in the speaker followed by screams. Everyone in the classroom started to panic but my teacher told them to be quite and stay calm. She got up and locked the windows and doors covering the window so the shooter won't see us. Our teacher then told us to go under our desk and be quite. We did as we were told.

Most of us had to try and fit under the desk considering how big or tall they are. Besides that, I looked at Harper and Harper looked at me. At that moment we both know what one another might say.

It'll be alright......just stay calm......hope we survive this.....whatever happens I will stay by your side......

Soon the tension broke from hearing heavy footsteps walking up the ramp. I looked up and saw the silhouette of a male holding a gun. Some of the students whimpered or covered their mouths from preventing them to make a sound. After that, the heavy footsteps stopped and the sound of the doorknob being shaken. As soon the doorknob moved my heart rate spiked up causing me to feel pain in my chest area.

No......please not right now......I told myself. I started to take deep breathes trying to calm down. Slowly counting.

1.....2......3......4..5-

The shooter shot at the door causing the doorknob to fly off. Some of the kids screamed in fear.

For me, my heart spiked up again but this time more painful. It was starting to get harder to breath. The door slowly opened and the shooter let himself in. Everyone scooted away from the guy hoping they don't get shot.

Unfortunately for me, I'm breathing heavily causing the shooter to draw his attention towards me. I heard him chuckle a bit "what an easy target....."I heard him say. All of a sudden I was pulled out from under the desk and thrown against the wall where the whiteboard is. I hit my head on the silver part that is at the bottom of the white board causing my vision to blur a bit and I think my head to bleed as well. I heard the sound of someone getting up followed by the gun being cocked back. "I wouldn't dare be a hero right now if I were you teacher....."the low deep husky voice was heard.

I tried to focus my vision again but I was picked up again and thrown hard on the tiled floor. At this point I was wheezing begging for oxygen to enter my lungs. "STOP!!!!" I heard a familiar feminine voice. "H-Harper......."I breathed out. "Seat your ass down girly........I'll shot you next after I'm done with this one." He said. "NO!!!!" Harper screamed. I heard the sound of a few people getting up in a rush. My vision was starting to clear up and I see people holding Harper back. "Let go of me!?!!?" She screamed. But everyone refused telling her don't do it or she'll get herself killed. But all she said was I don't care. Too focused on Harper the guy kicked me in the stomach causing me to scream out in pain followed by coughing up blood.

"How pathetic and weak....."I heard him say. He continued to kick me and soon those kicks turned into punches. Hit after hit I heard Harper screaming begging for him to stop. Tears were streaming down her face as she begged for the man to stop. I can't handle much of this any longer. It's like I'm in middle school all over again.....

Flashback

"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!?!?" I screamed out. The girl who hated me for so long pulled me by the hair. "Your existence...." she said hatred lacing her voice and kicked me again in the stomach.

End of the Flashback

I was pulled by my hair. Barely conscious and barely breathing. "W-why......"I breathed out. "Because.....people like you don't deserve to live......"he said and I was thrown against the shelf of books that was up against the wall. Tears streamed down my face knowingly this might be the last days of me living. What a shitty way to end followed by a shitty way to start the morning. The man pulled his gun up pointing at me. My eyes droopy as I feel my beating heart getting ready to give up and my breathe becoming my last. I slowly but maturely closed my eyes accepting my fate.

All I heard was Harper screaming no followed by a gunshot before I was entirely consumed by the once familiar cold dark void.

Beep.......beep.......beep......

I groaned at the sound of the beeping noise. Too.....loud....I thought to myself. I slowly opened up my eyes. I was greeted by a white tiled ceiling. Where.....am I.....

I sat up a bit but laid back down when a shock of pain ran through my whole body. I looked down or at least try to so I won't have to move as much to cause so much pain. I was covered in bandages......many bandages. What happened to me?......did I get hit by a car or something?......

I heard the sound of a door opening. I looked at the doorway and saw Harper walking in. Her cheeks stained with tears her eyes all puffy and red. "Willow....."is all she said before she ran towards me and hugged me. I winced in pain and I saw her pull away immediately apologizing quickly. After that she helped me sit up thanks to her I felt less pain then I did when I did it by myself. "How you feeling?" She asked me. I was about to say something but I felt my mouth being very dry in desperate need for moister. I point to the pitcher of water that was at my bedside table. "You're thirsty?" She asked. I nodded yes and she poured a cup of water for me. I took the cup out of her hand when she gave it to me. I drank all that water in one sitting.

"Better?" She asked. I shook my head "yea..."I said clearing my throat and placing the cup down on the table. "What happened...."I asked. "A shooter was on campus and barged into our classroom and beat you up badly...."she said. She looked sad and guilty. "It's not your fault.....you couldn't do anything." I told her. "Yea.....but he nearly shot you.....you're lucky that the bullet grazed you on the arm." She said pointing to the bandaged right arm. "I see.....so what happened to him and the others?" I asked. "The police caught him before he got a chance to shoot you that's why your arm is like that apparently he has some problems.......from what I heard he abused his child and wife.....and.....no one was killed just injured." She said. I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god......how long do I have to stay in this hospital?" I asked her. "4 weeks.....3 if you're lucky." She said. "I guess I know where I'm spending my Christmas vacation....."I said not liking the idea staying in the hospital for the whole break.

Soon the room feel silent. Usually Harper knows how to start up a conversation and such. Like telling me what our friends did and some stupid stuff that we think are funny. But right now there's nothing, if anything it looks like something is bothering her. "Harper?" I said getting her attention. "Yea?" She responded. "What's wrong? You're so quiet all of a sudden." I said. "It's just something is bothering....."she said. "What is it?" I asked. It took her a moment to answer my question, she was hesitant at jest but finally answered. "Why didn't you tell me?....."she asked. "Tell you what?" I asked her. "Your heart condition....."she said looking at the ground. Now it was my turn to fall into silence. She found out. "Why didn't you tell me you were dying......" she continued. "Why didn't you tell me what was going on....." she said her voice breaking. I didn't know where to start but I guess the best way to start things is how it began.

"If you want to know.....I'll tell you.....everything.....I'll even answer your questions...."I said, "but it is a long story......so listen closely and get comfortable......." Harper leaned back on the chair waiting for me to tell her what she wanted to her. Tell her the one thing I have troubles telling her. Tell her the truth of my lifespan.

"It all began at my birth......"