My phone went over, The buzzer boomed into the quiet halls.
Fuck...must stay quite!
I turned off the sound and unlocked the screen.
An unknown number send me a video.
Shawn's face was all beaten up, No blood just little wounds. Normally his kin was flawless, clean, glowing and perfect shaped. Now it was all covered in reddish calves. His voice was hosted and raw.
Altogether not the Shawn i know.
"Lilia... I'm sorry i talked to them and i made a deal but i can't do this anymore... they kill my soul i thought it would never break but they kill it. Listen to them but don't trust anything they say...". He looked over the camera. Followed with him swearing... the screen went black.
I can't do this!
I pushed open the door scanned the hall on and climb of the shooters. And took a sprint... i just wanted to get out of here that i didn't thought about Vincenzo's body laying there.
I stumbled over his limp feet. Walked backward in shock his face was grey all the colors were absorbed in death. His hair volume fated, Turned in a dull brown color.
There is just one other way... the old locker hall. Nobody walks through it anymore.
As soon as you leave this college your locker is dragged down in the old locker hall, A forgotten hall. Everybody knows about it but nobody ever walks passed it.
I ran back and took that way.
I finely let out my breath. Inhaled the calming familiar smell off spraypaint, old fabric, charcoal and wall paint. All mixed together, The smell i can live with forever.
I looked around the warehouse. Filled with wall paintings and wooden boards with graffiti the concrete floor covered with charcoal art.
The subject streetart has the biggest 'classroom' all-out free subject really don't have a classroom. For example, editings-tech has a studio. And mass-influencing has a stage. So has streetart an empty warehouse.
I walked to the wall with my unfinished wall painting.
I asked for this wall because it was a brick wall. I pained it white so the black lines which meant to be cracks were more visible. I began on flowers. Un colored flowers i wasn't really out how they were support to look like.
The project was to speak out a stong text. Everybody has anything already the texts and quotes where everywhere.
I want to speak something good something really powerful.
My thoughts were interrupted by the shotgun followed by groans out of pain.
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Mystery / Thriller"My friend is there!" "That's His problem right?!" If there is a school shooting at Lilia's and Shawn's college. They are the only hope. But can you be the hope if it's just a matter of time before everybody dies?. "I go with you" "What no...no...
