•the fist•

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It remained silent for a long time. as if the sound of the barrel against window took all the air. We all felt the tension, it cut like a knife along all of us. My heart kept only pumping blood in my veins, skipped a few beats then stopped.

It happened in an eye-blink. One moment my teacher was standing just as frozen as were... just a second later, the shout of a bullet hitting the air reached my ears. She was laying on the ground. Eyes wide open, blood drop from her forehead...
She was dead...

It wasn't the look in her eyes that terrified me, it was the blood... the sound became dull, and my vision went from normal to grey quickly turned black.
Before i hit the floor. Two strong arms wrapped around my torso.
"Lilia, can you hear me? It's okay it's just a little bit of blood" a voice said softly.
I opened my eyes, the faces above me focus again. The half of my class formed a group around me. While the others tried to find a way out of the classroom.
I was nestled the arms of. Demian, the red-haired blue-eyed boy from our class. Better known as 'ginger'. But i call him my best friend.
"It's just a bit blood" he stroke my hair.
"Demian... there's no way out!" Rose screamed.
"Go help them,". Vincenzo nogged and jogged to the door, rammed it with his shoulder. After a few tries, He got it unlocked.

Demian dragged me along trying to get my eyes from our teacher. He reached out his hand, on his wrist the bracelet i made for him, 10 years ago. I linked our fingers and ran out.

Just for a moment, i realized that i saw how my teacher was killed...

She is dead now... and she was just the first

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