Do You Believe In Hell

Part 1

Gunshots...

Screams...

Yelling...

Sirens...

Those were all the things flooding my ears. I was panicking and yet calm at the same time. I was ready to die I guess. I didn't want to die, but I knew no matter what I did or wanted I was going to. There was no way to escape this. I was crouched in a corner of the classroom under a table. I looked around my surroundings knowing this was the last thing I was ever going to see. I saw a group of girls hugging each other tightly behind the teacher's desk and a group of jocks trying to calm them down, telling them to be quiet or the shooter was going to find us and kill us all. It didn't help any. I looked to my left at a guy with shaggy black hair and dazzling blue eyes sort of calmly sitting behind a chair still pushed into a desk. He knew what was going to happen as much as I did.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. Out of all the classes I could've died in, it had to be homeroom? I'm not trying to sound conceited or anything, but I really had to die with a whole bunch of over dramatic divas and douche jocks? The boy next to me, I barely knew. I knew his name was Lucas and that we had English, Biology, PE, Calculus, and homeroom all through highschool but that's it. He was kind of a loner and didn't talk much but I don't blame him. I just wish I could've gotten to know him better. I always thought he was cute but didn't think I was his type anyway. I said hi to him a couple times freshman year in class but he never really replied. Sometimes he would say hey back but never continued the conversation.

I don't know what had gotten into me but I moved over to where he was sitting. His sapphire blue eyes stared down at me confusingly but he didn't move away. Instead he laced his fingers in mine and gave me a sad smile. I think he was trying to calm me or try to convince me we were going to make it out but we both knew it was a lie that didn't help much. I could feel my heart beat erratically as the shooting and screamings stopped. He was probably finding his next class. I was nervous. I was praying he'd skip my class but it was doubtful.

Right then the door broke open with a powerful kick. I heard all the girls that were huddled together start to scream at the top of their lungs. Tears I didn't know were in my eyes streamed down my face. I watched Nicole, the head of everything, scream and try to move away, her little posse, Meghan and Katie, followed. I saw the jock twins Jason and Mason plead with Ethan and Kyle. I gripped harder at Lucas's hand and he returned it in a soothing way. The shooter hit the twins with the butt of the gun and I jumped at the sound of the impact. It was horrifying.

Just then I saw that Lucas had leaped up and tried to tackle the shooter. He dropped his gun in surprise. He must not have been expecting someone to fight back. They both tumbled to the floor. The gun slid near Ethan, the quarterback, but he did nothing. He watched as Lucas tried to keep the guy on the floor. I felt pity. He could've tried to help or even took the gun to knock the shooter out. I pity you Ethan. I watched as Kyle slowly crept over to the gun to help. When Lucas was knocked over though, he retreated to the far corner.

The shooter leaped over to reach for the gun but Lucas was quick and grabbed at the guy again. I flinched again in fear when I heard the shooters fist make contact with Lucas's face. Lucas fell over and groaned. The shooter was quicker this time and grabbed at the gun. He scrambled to his feet and pointed the gun back at Lucas's. Lucas tried to get to his feet but the gun was faster than he could ever be. I heard the shotgun go off loudly and Lucas' body fell limply to the floor. Even over the loud ringing in my ears from the shot, I could hear my scream as I watched Lucas' blood start to form a pool around him.

In one swift turn, the shooter turned and looked at me. Finally, I noticed what he looked like. He had a shaved head; A buzzcut actually. It was a light brown fuzz. He also had the darkest brown eyes I've ever seen. Almost dark as night. They made me shake with fear. He also had a small scar across the right of his forehead. An evil crooked smile formed and a small chuckle escaped between his lips. It was a bone-chilling laugh. I couldn't help the chill that went down my spine. He slowly took a couple steps closer and then raised his gun towards the middle of my forehead. I took one last look at the boy who tried his hardest to save us all. I felt weak for not fighting like he did. I closed my eyes and raised my chin, accepting my fate. I said a silent prayer to myself and then heard the gunshot.