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Part Six: Michaela Hill

1:10 pm

I was standing at the vending machine when my partner notified me of a potential shooting at a nearby school.

My heart always sinks when I hear about a school shooting. I was only thirteen years old when I was a victim of one.

Before I knew it, I was geared up in protective wear and riding beside Danny B. Mowry — known womanizer on my squad. All the girls that ride with him end up getting unwillingly hit on. However, this time was very different. Mowry was quiet for the entire ride there. I think for the first time, he understood the severity of the situation.

When we arrived at the school, I found my commander standing by one of the cars. He turns to me with sad eyes.

"I know this is hard for you" He starts slowly, "you don't have to go in if you don't want to"

The squad are being divided into two groups. The first, people that are going in. The second, people taking care of the staff and students, guiding them to safety.

I clench my jaw. "You kidding? This is my job...The whole reason why I became a cop"

He nods, averting his gaze. "Well, okay then, don't do anything stupid"

"Do I ever?" I cock a brow before marching towards the rest of the team.

The deputy chief divided us quickly, directing us to different entries.

The job was clear: Find the students and teachers and guide them outside. If you see the shooter/s along the way, shoot 'em.

I look over to Mowry who clenches his jaw, fearfully no doubt.

When the commander puts his hands in the air, counting down from three, we separate into groups and run to the numerous entries.

I am now protected by my bulletproof vest and headgear, unlike the last time I was here when I was a scared little girl.

I feel Mowry's heavy breath from behind me. Ignoring it, the group of five walks quickly down the hallway.

"Clear!" Dave Crow says before turning towards us.

"Mowry, Hill! You two check for hostages, we will continue down the hallway" the commander orders.

Mowry and I nod simultaneously before pushing through the door beside us.

"Police, raise your hands!" I scream with my gun aimed directly at the kids.

They all sit on the ground screaming and tearful.

"Pip, we're going to die, aren't we?" I sobbed.

"Neither one of us are going to die, Michaela" she assured me as we laid beside each other under the desk.

When the gunshots were fired, I squeezed my eyes shut, not anticipating what I would find when they reopened.

"Pip?" I whispered, her eyes wide open and a tear running from the corners. I shook my head violently, "no, no, no, no"

I got up from under the desk and screamed for help, pulling at Pip's arm, dragging her bloody body through the classroom.

"Somebody help her please!" I begged.

"Michaela, you're bleeding" Mrs Frasier pointed at my thigh.

My jeans were torn and drenched in blood.

"Michaela" Mowry screams, pointing me in the direction of the students.

I nod, guiding the students down the hall.

"Take them outside, I'll find the others!" He tells me, running down the hallway.

I hold my breath, looking over to the kids behind me. They can't be any older than fifteen.

"You're going to be okay, follow me and stick together" I order while we walk down the hallway.

I peak my head down every single hall then instruct the students to follow. When we arrive, I now see fifty or students walking down the sidewalk, away from the school.

"Follow them" I order before running back into the school.

When I hear gunshots, I sprint down the hallway towards the loud bangs.

I need to find the shooter/s.

I have to.

When the gunshots stop, I see three people laying on the ground.

The first, an older gentleman. Blood in his grey hair and a whistle around his neck.

The second, a kid. An AK47 laying by his open palm.

The third, Mowry. A hole in his leg and hands on the shooter's feet.

I run to the shooter, dragging him up from the floor as the commander and several others run towards me, taking the shooter from my hands.

I look back to Mowry who struggles to stand up. Then, to the first man whose eyes are now shut.

Breathing heavily, I run to the older man and press my fingertips against his neck.

No pulse.

I notice the blood across the floors before looking up at the shooter.

He's just a kid. How can a kid do something so horrific?

Out of all the shootings I've seen in my time, I have a feeling that this one will never leave me.

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A/N

This chapter is a little different to the others as it's set in the Point of View of one of the police officers instead of a student or teacher.

I hope you all enjoyed the change :)

Happy reading

- Rose xx