•the fifty-first•

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I slowly sat up onto the ground. Managed to get up and limp to the door. But i wasn't that brave to unlock it...

Why should i?!

"Don't you wanna know who died?" The shooter's voice boomed in my skull.
"I thought you were gone".
"Well I'm not as you see... sorry i mean HEAR".
Something in his laughted made me sliver from him. it was like he wanted to bug me as if a friend of mine died and he knew it.

Wait no wait...What if he knew it?!

"I should take a look if i was you". I looked at the door lock. A massive steel slide fitting perfectly tight in mold underneath it.
"Where are you waiting for".
I ignored the voice in my head... his voice and opened the door. Ran out to the gym. Call me reckless but i wanted to see him so badly.

His face was all messed up covered in dust brushes and little bleeding cuts filled up his skin. His hair seems to have lost its color it was Fadden away to a light blond-orange color.
He was sick it always happened to him when he is sick. He loses his hair color.

The shooters were talking in the open gym we wherein the closed gym or as everybody calls it 'the escape' its a place where students were out of sight from the teachers. So i can talk to him in private.
"Demian".
"What?!". He looked up at me.
"Can we talk?".
"I can't".
"Come with me, Demain".
"Lilia get out".
"I won't leave you".
"Go or I'll kill you".
"You can't do that... you won't".
"We've all lost our minds a bit right".
"I'll come back". i walked away, throught the door as i heard footsteps following me i started running towards the lockers, To hid there. Just in time before the riffle was loaded. He shot the first thing moving.

the fifty-first.

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