Three Hours Earlier

32 3 2
                                    

A/n:this is my first every book, I really hope u guys like it and feel free to send feedback cause I suck at writing. And plz vote. Thx.

Ring. Bam. Pop
A familiar sound rang thought the empty hallways, it sent chills down my spine and at the same time brought a sense of comfort. Making my body relax at the sound, but at the same time tense up. I was then snapped back to reality when I heard a scream, I looked down to see who it was who was gone from this world, who was the next victim of the Bell. I look to my side and see.. Him

It was my best friend, Jamie, I could seen his his icy blue eyes pierce the darkness that surrounded my and my other classmates. As the blood started to pour out from his body, and started to pool around him. I look to see where he got stabbed or worse shot or cut. My eyes frantically search his body head to toe. My breath hitched as I see a no.1 pencil stabbed through his heart. A quick and painless death.

I stare at him wondering what he was thinking before he died. My eyes trail back to see his eyes once more, and looking again I realized what he must of felt. Probably relived to be gone to be woken up from this nightmare. But his face is tainted with pained and full of regret leaving this world to enter a new one, Heaven, (idk if u believe in heaven and stuff, but just for the sake of the story ; plz don't be offended) and in doing so leaving me, leaving his family, and everything else he loved without getting to say goodbye. I wanted to say goodbye before we to go on without him. Leaving him there laying on the cold hard ground, staring up with in beautiful eyes. But I couldn't I knew we still had to move away from here. It was unsafe to stay here, 'we have already prolonged our stay here' I think to myself.

Then two of my fellow classmates had to pick me up and drag me back to the group. We had to run. We had to run away before the next Bell rings. And of this all happened 3 hours earlier before all this pain, all this bloodshed, this massacre.

A/n:it is me again I just wanted to say...


Stay frosty

Before the Bell RingsWhere stories live. Discover now