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Scarlett

It was as if they were mocking me, those simple, black combat boots. They just stood there for what felt like hours but was truly only a few moments. I could feel my head going fuzzy because of how long I held my breath for. I was certain at any moment they were going to bang on the stall door, knowing I was in here. 

The boots scuffed along the ground as it started slowly walking down the line of stalls. I cringed when I lost sight of the shoes, not wanting to get my hopes up that maybe, just maybe, they didn't know I was in here. When they came back into view again my heart beat impossibly increased.

They sighed before steadily walking back out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut as they walked out. It took me a few moments to truly process that they were gone. I let out my breath, my lungs burning at the stretch after holding my breath for so long. Tears streamed down my face and my body shook in silent sobs. I was relieved but I was still stuck in there for God knows how much longer. I didn't feel safe, I wanted to go home. I wanted to go home and Louis to hold me close as we watch a funny movie. I may never get that again...

I shook my head, I needed to be positive. I was going to be okay, I just needed to stay in here and trust that the police was called and everyone was alright. I prayed no one got hurt, hoping they were just warning shots earlier and not the sound of someone being shot. At least it was during class and teachers were quite reluctant to let students out in this school so if anyone was in the same situation as me, most of the school were safe in a locked classroom with their teachers. 

"He... help." My head snapped up, eyes widening. Was that...?

 "Help... Somebody please!" They whimpered again, voice scratchy and tired. 

Oh my God...

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