ReviewTechUSA - X - Miku

6 Hours

There was 6 hours until I had to go back home. I didn't care. I lost it completely. Every bit of sanity and reasoning had left my mind. I hated everything. I hated myself. I hated my life. I hated him for using me, and I hated the arrangement with this stupid school. And I hated how I'd never hear the end of it from my mother, and I hated how I'd have to spend more time with my dad.

I climbed out the window of the hospital, and walked through the New York snow. It was late, and it was cold, but I didn't care. I stopped feeling. I walked over to his house, and went inside. Luckily, the place was still unlocked. Blood was splattered everywhere, and the bodies had been cleaned up. There was crime scene markers everywhere, showing where things were supposed to be, and what wasn't supposed to be touched or moved. I searched the whole place, threw everything, trashed every nook and cranny until I found what I was looking for. There was a creak in the floor board, I knew right there and then that's where he hid them. I grabbed an AR15 from his gun stash. I put the strap around myself, and loaded it up on ammo. I may looked and acted innocent, but I knew how to use these things. And I knew where I was going next. I walked back to the dorm, and kicked the door down. The president of the student council was in the foyer, sitting down. She looked at me, her eyes wide open, and tears forming in her eyes. She knew what was going to happen next.

I closed my eyes, and began shooting. She fell to the ground instantly, the bullets ripping through her body and piercing her vitals, killing her instantly. I heard screams coming from all around the place. I walked through each hall, each floor, and each room killing as many students as I could. I shot them all down, watching their bloody corpses spill blood onto the floor. I heard police sirens quickly come up, but I continued killing and murdering the last remaining students. I got to the 6th floor, the top of the dorm, and stood infront of the window. I heard the police storming up the building, slowly getting closer. I looked down at my watch, tears forming in my eyes. It was 5 AM, and everyone in this dorm was dead. Every female student who didn't already have their own home to stay at going to this school was dead. I knew my life was over. Jail isn't worth it. I smashed open the window and took a leap. I fell down and hit the ground. I could feel every bone in my body shatter, I could her my organs turn to mush. I felt the blood drain from my body, as I bled out and slowly died on the cold concrete ground of New York.