bullets

masks

i finally woke up. thinking it was all over. but it wasn't. i looked next to me, and he was still there.
my gray jacket had been covered and now coloured in crimson.
why did you let him do that lauren??? he had so much to live for...
i sat up and looked around. it was only us out here... or at least me.
i got up and looked down at him.
a tear had escaped his eye, so i wiped it off of his cold broken face.
i zipped up his jacket and rolled down his sleeves. i put his arms over his stomach and kissed his forehead.
"im so sorry..."
i couldn't look at him any longer.
i finally walked away, but wish i had stayed.
maybe if i left the school, walked home, i would see myself lying in my bed. and it would all be a dream... or more realistaccly at this point, a nightmare.
but of course, when faced with fear, you never think right.
i walked down the haunting halls of my school to the front office.
and there
i saw a figure. with a hood. and a gun.
i froze in place. maybe out of fear? was it the dream again?
the figure approached me.
i lifted my hand and pulled back the hood not to see a face.
but a shattered mirror.
i heard the last shot and the last scream.
that was my own.