. . .I regret nothing! Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Stay calm, stay calm. Those were my only thoughts as I huddled in the corner of the janitor’s closet. Another shot was heard and I bit my knuckle, trying to keep myself from screaming in terror. Tears fell down my face as I sobbed noiselessly into the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I’ve been sitting here for what seemed to be a long time. I was minding my own business, walking down the hall to my classroom when it happened. A shot rang out. Anyone in the halls were immediately gone, and I dived suddenly into the janitor’s closet on my right, slammed the door, and locked it. So here I was, sitting alone in the dark as gunshots rang out randomly. Sometimes I thought I heard people crying out, but no, it’s just my overactive imagination getting to me. I don’t know what I should do, the tears kept rolling down my face in waves. Another shot. This time I flinched and buried my head into my hands. I had friends out there. I don’t know if they’re alive, or dead, or even looking for me. My mind ran at a million miles an hour. What if the shooter found me? Would my parents know what happened to me? What about my friends? Were they still alive? Oh my gosh. I’m going to die. I don’t know what to do or if the shooter is gone or— Another shot, this one much closer than the rest. Footsteps sounded outside the door, the light coming from under the door was broken as shoes blocked the light. I whimpered, muffling it as much as I could. Oh my gosh. They heard me, I’m going to die what am I going to do? The footsteps kept going, past the door, then stopped. Slowly, ever so slowly, they came back. I was sobbing now, still muffling it as much as possible. They heard me, they’re coming for me, I’m going to die they’re going to shoot me and— The door knob rattled. They started kicking the door when they found it was locked. Oh my gosh they’re going to break the door down and I’m going to die and no one is ever going to know what happened and— The door shuddered again as it was kicked. It’s so close to being kicked down now. I’m going to die, I’m going to die. With another shudder the door burst open. I heard another shot, and everything went black. ~Abby
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 06:26:21 +0000
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