trigger warning, gun violence

(rewriting cause bored on a 12 hour car ride, lets see how far i get (4 YEAR DIFF3RENCE?? ITS BEEN THT LONG??? - ad!)

The heart shattering sound of the window in our wide classroom that followed a masked person destroying the locked door petrified everyone in the room. My heart dropped to my stomach as our professor screamed at us to get underneath the desks. My breathing was rapid and the overwhelming situation brought tears to my eyes.

My mind wasn't fogged at the idea of losing my life, though, the life of my best friend. My love.

Gunshots pierced the room, tearing gashes in the walls, chairs, tables, computers, papers. People. The destruction, the horror was unmatched.

John. Where is John.

He wasn't in his seat next to me, he had to go up to the front of the room to get more paper that I asked him for. I sent him up there.

My brain was scattered. Lafayette was huddled under the desk with Hercules. His hand was twitching as he reached out to me. His eyes were pleading with me, begging, that I joined him under the table. That I didn't go sacrifice myself like I always tended to.

But I needed to get John to safety.

'Alex, jesus, Alex please,' Lafayette's eyes screamed. I turned away so I wouldn't witness his distress. I rushed forwards out into the open, desperately looking around for him. He was turned away from me, his hair falling softly over his shoulders. He had the papers gripped tight in his hands, they were wrinkling under his fingers.

I wanted to scream out to him, telling him to come here, feeling him safe in my arms, but no words left my mouth. The lump in my throat was to large to do that. Only a hoarse, quiet cry mustered out of me. Desperately I moved forwards. My mind repeated the words I couldn't get out. John John John.

My eyes caught John's moments before he collapsed.

My own body hit the desk, shoving them to the side catching the attention of the shooter who had been watching the door. He heard something outside, but found me to be his next target. The eyes looked familiar, but the mask made it to difficult to put my finger on it.

I wished to deeply for this nightmare to be over. For me to reach John.

I was the only unharmed person moving at all. The teacher was on the ground, John was on the ground, students who hadn't been so lucky. The room was so still but so full of motion, the silence that every terrified person was trying to hold was amplified.

What the fuck do I do? I was an open target, I was a target. I was the target. One with no weapon, no way of protecting myself, absolutely no shield. I was done for, the hope left my body the second that the trigger was pulled. The loud sound rung through the room, suffocating my body, as I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as possible. I braced myself for the pain. It never reached me.

It wasn't his gun that went off. Police officers stormed the room shouting through their walk-y talkies (pls idk how to spell that).

"The sniper got him, victim down, survivors need immediate medical attention" Over and over and over again.

Ten separate police officers rushed in, followed by medical attendants.

"Suspect dead. Seven recorded victims, five in need of medical attention, two dead"

The words weren't reaching my ears.

A short female medical attendant made her way to me, I was standing frozen unable to collect anything in my head.

She was bradding me with questions.

"Are you okay? Do you know who that man is? What did you see? Can you help us identify who the victims are?"

Not a single one of them made sense to me. Her words were gibberish as I wanted John's limp, lifeless, helpless body being picked up off the floor and placed on a rolling gurney. His blood had created a pool around him pouring from his helpless body.

I couldn't let go of the fear in his eyes before he was shot. The quiet, desperate plea for me to help him.

(first chapter done 😋)

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