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Heartbeat.
Heartbeat plural.
Heartbeats.
They're very rhythmic. Calming. Focus on the heartbeats, Lia.
Lily always calls me Lia. I call her LiLi sometimes. Will I again?
Where is she? She could be anywhere.
The bathroom if I'm lucky. Hiding is optimal. Maybe a classroom.
Or out in the hall. Bleeding.
Out lost in the great beyond. Drifting with all the other spirits.
Who knows.
Heartbeats, Lia. She's ok. You'd know.
I have many heartbeats left. My heart will continue pumping blood, trickling life through my body. Beating like the wings of a butterfly.
Until it doesn't. Until it stops beating and it never starts again and that's the end of me.
One meaningless life among millions. Billions.
Thinking existentially never gets me anywhere.
Okay. I have heartbeats. They are steady and quite comforting. This means that my heart is beating.
I am living.
The ones in the hallway are not.
The gun struck right as students flooded into the hallways, switching classes.
I prefer to think of it as just a gun, not as the person behind it.
Because who would do this?
We're just kids. So much time left. Time for living and breathing and making something of ourselves. Getting out of this hellhole called high school.
The ones in the hallway won't be able to do that. Ever.
Toryn is out there, lying cold on the tile. So are Allison and Adri and Mandy and Eli and all the others I saw fall. There are most likely more.
I'm just praying the blood doesn't seep under the door.
I sound sadistic. See, it's much easier to detach myself from feeling anything at all, because otherwise the emotions will take over and I'll be a sniveling, shaking, useless mess.
Like several of my classmates.
The ones who are still alive, that is.
For now, I'm just a shaking, semi-useless mess.
That's okay, though.
Because for now, my official job is to stay quiet, as ordered by Mr. Walker.
And my unofficial job is to flood Lily, Summer, and Madelyn with texts.
I'm going to be okay. My hearts still beating. Calm down Lia, your heart is beating.
Toryn's isn't.
Keep that in mind.
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Memoir - A School Shooting
Mystery / ThrillerWhen Sahalia is trapped in her classroom after gunshots are heard, she decides to write her story - her memories, her experiences, and what may be her final thoughts. As she and her classmates hide, the weight of mortality takes grip - taking a tol...
