Everything Was Silent

Part 2

    You wake up on the floor. The room was pitch black, with only a little light coming in from the windows, through the blinds. You began to sit up, but hit your head on something above you. You use your hands to feel your surroundings. To your surprise, your entire left leg was limp and numb. Your heart skips a beat as your remember everything that happened. The alarm no longer pierced your ears. You felt the object above you. It was a desk. You use it to stand up. You limped over to the window for better light. You looked down at yourself, seeing that you were covered in blood. You look around the classroom, only to see bodies and blood all over the floor. You listened to see if you could hear any movement. Everything was silent.
    You were alone. No more gunshots. No more screaming. You wanted to find a way out, get some help for yourself, and for others still hiding. With one hand on your leg, you limp out of the classroom and into the light, avoiding the bodies. You look around at everything with what seems like the first time in a long time. You were on the third floor of the school. You weren't really sure of your way around yet because you just transferred there a couple of months ago, and the school was huge.
    Looking around at all of the lockers gave you an uneasy feeling. A feeling you never got looking at them before. You make your way down the hall. At the end of the hall, you see your French teacher laying lifeless on the floor. You look up at the rest of the hallway, and see more blood and bodies. You become sick, and look away.
    You began to hear footsteps near you. You turn and look all around you, but see nothing. You hear bullets hit the ground and a gun clicking. You see the boys bathroom down the hall to the left of you. You make a run for it, squeezing your eyelids in pain. Before entering, you look back to see a middle aged man following a trail of blood. You look down at yourself. He was following your trail. Tracking you.  You were out of time. There was nothing you could do with the man as close as he was. You took deep breath. You walk into all the stalls, leaving your blood trail, if he happened to come in. The footsteps got closer. You went into the last stall, and stood on the toilet seat, leaving it unlocked.
    The man walked into the boys bathroom. Your heart dropped into your stomach. The first stall slammed open, then the second, and the third. You froze. All the muscles in your body were tense. You began to picture yourself dead on the floor. The man got to your stall. You forced yourself, and you hurt leg over the side of the stall, and into the other. While your old stall door flew open, you quickly shut your new stall door closed. Everything was silent. Your leg ached. You have never experienced any pain like this before in your lifetime, but you knew to stay quiet no matter what.
    Police sirens went off outside the school. You wanted to feel relieved, but couldn't because the man was still in the bathroom with you. But not even a second later, he ran out. You dropped to the floor and gripped your leg in agony. You take another deep breath, and pick yourself up. It wasn't over. You wanted to get into the nearest classroom and lock the door, but you also wanted the police to find you sooner, so you wouldn't bleed to death. You limped down two flights of stairs. You make it to the main lobby. Outside you see officers rushing out of their cars to the building. You felt saved.
    You hear a fimilar clicking noise come from behind you. You turn around to see the man at the end of the stairs, with his gun raised to you. You were so startled by this, that your legs finally gave out beneath you, causing you to collapse to the floor. His grip on the gun tightened. There was no escaping him. You look up at the man. You could hear voices of the officers outside behind you, but you didn't turn around. The main doors opened, and the officers entered the school.
    You look into the man's eyes one last time, before he pulled the trigger. Everything was silent.