lost bodies

Two

I never realized I had something until he put the gun to my head. I was scared and shaking, my peers would have to watch me
die. I closed my eyes waiting. When the warmth of the gun disappeared from my head I opened
my eyes.

He had placed the gun on his own head. He was still smiling. Madness had consumed him
fully. Before I could pull it away he pulled the trigger. Blood splattered across my face as I
watched as his life slip away. When he fell I saw two more bodies outside in the hall. The others
were already screaming and I turned around, blood still on my face and violently hissed at them
through gritted teeth, it sound like a whisper scream.

"SHUT UP, SOMEONE ELSE COULD
STILL BE OUT THERE!” They were quiet at that. I silently step over the man, pausing to pick up
his gun, just in case. My parents taught me how to use one since I watch my brother at home
alone. I turned, placing a finger to my lips signaling for them to remain silent. I kept walking and
stopped to close my teachers eyes. A single tear fell down my face. I got up and crept into the
hallway there was no one out there except for two people.

When I got close enough to see both
of their faces I broke down immediately. Alice had her face down blood pouring out, Jasper had
a gunshot in his chest and he was struggling to breath, I ran over to him with bloody hands I
placed them on his cheeks. I started to cry. He reached up one hand an wiped away my tears.

“At least I died protecting others.” He smiled and then closed his eyes. I hung my head sorrow
and anger filling me. I slid over to Alice, she had a gunshot between her eyes, “I’m sorry I
couldn’t have been there for you.” I didn’t see anymore people out in the hall, but I didn’t take
any chances. I picked up the gun and jogged down the hallway. Two doors were open at the
end of it. 

I saw blood run from the entrance to both of their bodies. I entered the one to the right,
I saw one of Jasper’s teachers in the corner holding the rest of the class, when she saw me with
tears on my face, blood all over me, and the murder weapon in my hands, she ran over to me,
and hugged me tightly.

I put the safety on, dropped the gun and let her hug me. She stroked my hair comforting me.
Everyone else came over and did the same crying with me hugging me tightly. “What
happened?” I asked with as much courage as I could muster. “The man came into the room, he
asked for one student, only one.” I looked at the teacher, she was still crying. “He said that they
would be the one to die, nobody moved. He came charging over saying he would just have to
pick one then.

Jasper stood up before he reached the corner where we were hiding. He grabbed
the man's gun and placed it to his chest.” We both broke out into ugly sobs. “This man had a
smile on his face when he pulled the trigger. Jasper collapsed and he dragged his body out into
the hallway.” I sat there hearing the story of how my brother had died. The same thing had
happened to Alice.

Only when she got up he immediately shot her no questions asked. They said
that before he did she turned and told everyone that they would make it, that everything would
be ok. I let everything sink in. All of the pain and anger festered. That man deserved to die.

“Stormy your a brave person.” I looked at Alice’s teacher. “No. They were the brave people.”
Every class had come out of there rooms after I made my rounds telling them the threat wasgone. I walked over to their bodies and held on to both of their hands. Staring at the floor hoping
that maybe it was a joke.

It was a feeling that I’ve felt before. When I was at my Grandfathers
viewing. It was almost like my stomach dropped and no matter how much I wanted to look away
I couldn’t. It was like I was waiting for him to pop up and say that it was all a joke. Say that I
wasn’t really looking at a deadman. It’s the feeling I felt right then, and I kept waiting for them to
wake up and say everything would be ok.

Everyone came over either kneeling or sitting with
beside me or behind me, they were placing a hand on my shoulder then on Jasper or Alice. The
adults that were outside looking for how the shooter had shown up. No one was hurt in the 7th
or 6th grade halls. The man was identified as Charles Weasley. He was a mental patient at the
prison.

He had escaped early that morning with a gun and headed straight for the school. Only
three people died that day. My brother Jasper, my sister Alice, and my teacher. But I swear after
all of that, we walked out of that school leaving behind a piece of our souls. Because it wasn’t
ONLY three people it was all 800 and something 8th graders that died.

Because on the inside
we all did die. Every last one of us. It is now 8:30 a.m.