Memoir - A School Shooting

Chapter 3: Lily's POV

Hi guys! Callie here. This chapter was written by my friend Kira, @/MyTwistedRomance. Hope y'all like it!

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See you'd expect it would be some large extravagant news ordeal with something as large as a school shooting, one big "respect to all who's lost" ceremony, but it wasn't that. You see these things on the news and they always show the crying families, the lonely friends with acquaintances lost or hearts broken, but it's more than that. In fact, it's not that at all. The reporters are the sugarcoaters, the emphasizers, the extremities of a situation.

They are the enemy, they hide the truth. The truth you say?

That can wait.

By now you're probably asking "Why are you telling us to blame the media but not telling us the truth, Lily? I thought you were better than keeping us in the dark just like how you claim media does."

You'll understand why later.

School is like the media, but in a different way. See school gives you resources you will trust and believe, like media. But unlike news, the school will let you sink in even deeper, and it will let you give a certain trust to this information, or in this case, people.

You've met Toryn right?

I believe he was mentioned.

See, he was the first.

The first to gain my trust and rip it away.

The first to make me want to die.

Yes, I said that.

See Toryn was a genuine friend in the elementary years, one of my best friends in fact. Him, Sahilia, Madelyn, Summer and I were the best of friends. It was really quite nice.

But there's always a loophole in every nice deal.

Toryn started to lead me on, make me believe he liked, perhaps even loved me. Then we got together, and he pulled some nasty stuff. It was awful, I'm not even going to explain that much.

I'll leave you can imagine it yourself.

So I ended it off, and ever since the biggest thing with him and I happened, the depression and the anxiety just get worse, it's like being nervously scared all the time.

It's not being able to have a stable day, and others actions are amplified to the max.

Which is why I needed to leave the classroom in the first place.

See Toryn still tries to hit on me, still.

Apparently jet black hair, lousy slim frames and vibrant blue eyes are his main targets.

I mean other guys do it too, but he's different.

In class that day, he was sending me notes across the desks and by phone.

"But Lily, how do you know he sent you texts?" you ask. "You don't carry your phone around."

Quick locker stop to the bathroom, check the messages.

28 new messages from Toryn alright.

I'll leave you to imagine what the messages on my phone and on the cards said.

So I left class, just to hear his incompetent whistle as I walk out the door.

Seriously wanted to turn around and scream at him. But I didn't, because that would lower my grade. And apparently life revolves around grades now.

I just left the room, and saw the ear-tug from the remainder of the group.

I heard it when I was already in the bathroom with the graffitied walls sitting on the seat, crying.

It sure stopped my tears alright.