"Gunshots"
By J.W.
The sirens, the screams, the running, the gun, the darkness. This is all I remember about the day I died. It started like a normal day at East Wood High. I was waiting for my boyfriend, Isaac, during passing period like I always do. Soon enough, I saw him down the hall walking towards my locker. He wore that cheesy grin that he always seemed to have. Little did I know that that was the last time I would see that lovable grin. BOOM BOOM. Gunshots.
My world stopped. It’s hard to tell you what happened after those shots were fired. I’m honestly still trying to piece it together myself. People were running in all directions, knocking each other over, and not bothering to help people back up. The lockdown sirens went over the intercom and a voice repeated the same words over, and over again. “Lockdown, Lockdown, Lockdown.” I saw kids sprinting to get into rooms, teachers grabbing the first person they saw. Teens rushed to classrooms, but it was to late. The doors were already locked.
Then I saw him. The tall, dark figure emerging from the other hallway, gun in hand. I wanted to scream, but no words would come out. He started firing. I saw boys, girls, teachers all fall down, their eyes wide open and lifeless. I scanned the hall for Isaac praying he had made it into a classroom. He hadn’t. The next thing I knew Isaac was running towards me screaming my name, as I stared lifelessly down the barrel of gun. I closed my eyes preparing myself for pain. It never came. Someone else took the bullet.
Isaac collapsed in my arms, his breath shallow and weak. A tear streaming down his cheek. When I had finally processed what was happening, Isaacs heart had already stopped, and along with it, mine shattered. I screamed. The most horrendous scream you can imagine. The tears came so fast I could barely breath. I saw the shooter once again. “SHOOT ME! SHOOT ME!” I screamed. “I’m already good as dead.” Then, everything went dark.
My world stopped. It’s hard to tell you what happened after those shots were fired. I’m honestly still trying to piece it together myself. People were running in all directions, knocking each other over, and not bothering to help people back up. The lockdown sirens went over the intercom and a voice repeated the same words over, and over again. “Lockdown, Lockdown, Lockdown.” I saw kids sprinting to get into rooms, teachers grabbing the first person they saw. Teens rushed to classrooms, but it was to late. The doors were already locked.
Then I saw him. The tall, dark figure emerging from the other hallway, gun in hand. I wanted to scream, but no words would come out. He started firing. I saw boys, girls, teachers all fall down, their eyes wide open and lifeless. I scanned the hall for Isaac praying he had made it into a classroom. He hadn’t. The next thing I knew Isaac was running towards me screaming my name, as I stared lifelessly down the barrel of gun. I closed my eyes preparing myself for pain. It never came. Someone else took the bullet.
Isaac collapsed in my arms, his breath shallow and weak. A tear streaming down his cheek. When I had finally processed what was happening, Isaacs heart had already stopped, and along with it, mine shattered. I screamed. The most horrendous scream you can imagine. The tears came so fast I could barely breath. I saw the shooter once again. “SHOOT ME! SHOOT ME!” I screamed. “I’m already good as dead.” Then, everything went dark.