You were there for me.

"The Shootings."

Stellas POV:

In the locker, I was silent. I had to be, or they'd find me. I really just hope Zenia is okay. She's my best friend, I'd die at the thought of losing her to this. As I get lost in my thoughts, I hear sudden footsteps near where I am. 

I panic inside, and stay as quiet as possible. I was visibly crying, but was staying quiet, even through the sobs I needed to let out. The gunshots were coming in and out non-stop. Screams everywhere, and flashes of light everywhere. 

I could feel my own breath against me. My breathing was getting shorter the more horrified I got. As I waited for this to pass, I heard a familiar scream come from a classroom nearby.

"PLEASE, DON'T SHOOT ME, I-"

BANG.

I immediatly knew who that was; it was Zenia! Did they just shoot Zenia?! Is she gonna be okay?!? 

My sobs were uncontrollable. As quiet as I tried to be, I couldn't. I wanted to open the locker and dash out of this, exiting towards the door. It would probably be locked, though. 

I suddenly hear a door open, and footsteps coming towards me. I become silent and freeze in complete shock. I prayed he wouldn't open it, as I squated down and sat lower into the locker. My claustraphobia didn't matter anymore, the only thing that mattered was not being spotted.

I cover my mouth, my breaths got slow and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Though, all I could really think about was Zenia. I don't know if she was okay, but I really want to see her..I want to see her smile as reassurance that shes okay..

She was my best friend, she was always there for me. Zenia was the light of my life, and was always gonna beat anyone who hurt me up. She'd always laugh at the stupidest things, causing me to laugh too. Though, our friendship was a little wobbly near the end. People kept telling us we'd be a cute couple, and stuff like that. Zenia was straight, and I was bi. But I never felt anything like that for her. More of a friendship love, one you'd share with nobody else.

As I space out, I snap back into reality as soon as I hear the lock from the locker start turning. Sounds of anger and stress fill the halls. I suddenly hear the lock unlock, and the locker begin to open. I scurry in a panic, and punch the person in the face. 

I look down to see who it is and realize its the teacher evacuating everyone.

"Mr. August! I'm so sorry! I thought you were-"

"I get it, its quite alright. I unlocked the front doors. If anything, this is your chance to run and leave. Go while you can, Stella." he says. He was one of my favorites. He would always support me no matter what was going on.

I dash towards the door and open it slowly, in a manner as no one can hear. But as I open the door, I hear a gun load and fire, and suddenly, my chest feels like it got ripped open. My breathing stops and I pass out on the floor. The last thing I saw was pure light, then flashed to an ambulance.

"I don't think she'll make it out alive."

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Words: 457

authors note:

yes this is short, but I didn't want to make it way to long. I had an idea to end it, and right there was the perfect time. I know it's another story I'll literally never finish but its aight, anyways I had fun writing this and chapter 2 will be out shortly after this is.

signed, emma. :)

also happy easter for those who celebrate it. <3