Where's My Love Story?

Aftermath

I sit there with a wool Police blanket around me. It's night now. I look up to see stars and some clouds. Why can't I go home? I wasn't even shot at. It was my class. Oh hey, it's you again. What's the last thing you remember? Oh the shooting, right? Let's tell again then, I've already said it about 20 times to Police and news anyway.

~13 hours earlier~

I'm looking at the door, pondering the thought of running out of. What if he's close enough to see me?? I could get shot and that'll hurt.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Those sounded further away, more muffled actually. What if he's making his was down the school instead of towards the lobby? Maybe then I have a better chance of making it out of here. I look around for something to throw or block with. Then I realize I have my knife in my pocket.

I pull it out and switch it open. Not exactly a wise choice to use against a gunman. If he's shooting randomly then no chance at all, but if I could talk to him. Maybe I can get close enough to disarm him and stab him in the leg. I've taken the the martial art classes and self defense courses. Hell, I've taught some of them. What's so different now? Well the fun is loaded this time idiot.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Oh crap! He's getting closer. If he walks in, he' see me and fire away. No more me. I look up and punch the air in frustration. Why did I have to come to the bathroom?! I see the lights and think, maybe I can get him to avoid me. He won't shoot at me if he doesn't think I'm here.

I look over at the switch, dammit! It's one of those stupid switches that need a janitor to turn them off. I keep looking around to find something to break the bulbs with. I see nothing that would be of use to me. I just stand there not knowing how to turn off the lights.

BANG! BANG!

Damn! He's just down the hall by the sounds of it. What do I do?? I can't seem to get it dark in here. I can't exactly smash out the lights- oh wait, I can!

I quickly drag the trash can to under the light and flipped it upside down. I stood on top of it and removed my shirt. Don't get any ideas ok? This is a life and death situation. I'm pretty sure you'd do anything to stay alive......take that anyway you want.

I wrap my shirt around my hand and took a swing at the light. The light shattered into a million pieces and I immediately looked away and hopes no glass would cut my back or arm. Luckily nothing cuts me. I look around and see two more florescent light tubes on. Ok, two more. Let's go!

I push the trash can over and take out the next one. Quick and smooth. I jump down and land in the broken glass making an echoing crunching sound. I stop, I didn't realize that everything echoes in an empty restroom. There's one more light left but I'm frozen in fear of the gunman hearing me if I move. I look under the light and see some shattered glass, I don't think that'll go quietly.

I snap out of my fear induced freezing and pretty much kick the trash can to under the light. I take one step and I hear the restroom doors open. I panic and start running toward the trash can. I jump on top, still running and pretty much launch myself off of the trash can and throw a right hook at the light.

As I'm falling in the darkness I don't think about anything except where I'm going to fall. I don't know how long I'll be falling, I don't know what I'll land on or how much noise I'll make when I land. I just hope it's in a stall for cover or close enough to crawl into. Maybe then I can-

SLAM! CRUNCH!

I screamed in surprise of feeling my back and left arm being sliced up by the broken glass. Shut up dammit! It's just glass. I started crawling, don't know where but I just needed to move from where I screamed. I felt a wall and leaned myself against it. I could feel the blood from my cuts running down my side. Warm blood, collecting in a puddle around me.

"Delcon Police! Where are you?" I heard being yelled in the dark.

"Are you fucking kidding me??"