•the ninth•

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It wasn't a bullet it was a pain shot. I realized i wasn't dead when i opened my eyes. I was in our school gym. Leaning against a wall. I heard a sound. Like somebody was running on a treadmill.

SHAWN!

"Shawn?..".
No response...
"Shawn?".
I remained silent for a long time. He still didn't respond.
"O wow, pretty funny Shawn".
"Who's Shawn?" i heard a voice ask. I turned around quickly and saw the shooter, gun pointed on me.
"You were lucky it was just a pain shot".
I ran away from him to the exit on the other side of the gym. He didn't flowed me. He made me stop by pulling the trigger.
"if you try something stupid I'll kill you for real". he walked closer to me. "Understand?".
"No, if you wanna kill me then kill me... it's that simple".
"Well listen if i kill you now i can't break people".
"You'll never break us...So what now... what are you gonna do to break them?".
"Maybe keep you here and abuse you so you can't run away anymore"
"Are you really that gross?".
"What i said abuse, not rape".
My jaw dropped.
"whats your problem!?".
"I have no problems do you?".
"Can i go now?".
"Whatever you want your already ours!".
"fine... I'm nobody's!".

I walked back to the dressing room but i was held back by the sound i should be used to... but I'm still not.

"Tim" my friend, Silvey screamed.
Tim was Silvey's boyfriend for 2 years now... he's dead. Like almost all of us he was the ninth.

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