The Last Train

Lara

I want to be with her. No one else. I heard a megaphone anncouce over the campus "This is the police, stand down! We have people prepared to take you out." I just wanted them to shoot, to see the bodies and shoot even if he began to stand down. I had to say something.
"SHOOT NOW, OTHERWISE THE BODY COUNT WILL GO UP!" I cried out, possibly to myself. Then I heard two loud bangs, the first from the shooter, the second killing him. I ran as fast as I could towards Ria. I checked her pulse, it was so faint. I started to cry and i just started to apply pressure to the wound without thinking. And I didn't think for the next four days because Ria was in the hospital, in a supposed medical coma, to help her body recover before she awoke. I never believed that. I just wanted her to wake up and run to me as I had her. I never even wanted to know who the shooter was, he already got what he deserved. And then I got the phone call from my mom, "Sweetie, your brother, well you see...'" She started crying, "He, he was the shooter at your school. His goal was to hurt you, just like you hurt him by going out with Ria."  I began to cry, not for him, but for me. My mom started to tell me it would be ok, but before she could finish I hung up. I didn't want to hear how he shot her to get to me. I don't want to understand how this was all my fault.  Tears began to fall faster and faster until the just stopped. No explanation for why, the tears stopped falling and i got another phone call, from Ria. I quickly grabbed my phone and heard her voice, "It was Liz, she was the one I tried to save, and because I tried to save that bitch I almost died."  She sounded like she had been crying, but her voice was calm and collected.  "You didn't know that who is was." I said as I started to walk towards my car so I could go visit her. "But, I,  I can't stay here, I have to travel, be free." she said as my car was starting. I started to say something, but she hung up. I started to cry and i sped to the hospital where I saw her doctor. The doctor told be that her friend checked her out. "GOD DAMMIT LEVI!" I shouted. Why can't I just have one good thing. I started to cry again and my knees collapsed from under me and I fell to the ground and curled into a ball. A nurse came over and told someone I was a 511. Code at this hospital for unstable. They took me to the psych ward so I could talk to a psychiatrist, but i tried to fight back, they took me to the soft room instead. Like I was crazy or something.