Bang after bang was heard throughout the whole classroom. I clenched my arms tightly around my body and curled up on my seat. My eyes cracked open to make sure that all of this was real. A friend of mine was knelt below me, tears filling up his frightened eyes.
BANG. My eyes shut tightly as I felt something warm spray my face. My hands were shaking. I was frozen. Right in front of me was the face of a boy with blood dripping down onto his uniform. I slowly reached up to feel my own face, my fingers brushing past one of my cheeks. I pulled my hand away in shock as blood trickled down my hand and into the sleeve of my jumper. I stood up, and staggered a few steps before I collapsed onto my knees, holding my head in my hands and screaming out a cry. I curled up under the desk that was by me with my knees drawn up to my chest so I could hide my face.
So here I was, under the shelter of a desk while the room was full of the bodies of innocent people. My breathing was becoming more and more difficult as time went on, and my heart was pumping against my chest painfully. Tears were running down my face as footsteps were travelling across the classroom up and down.
The footsteps were getting closer. I could hear them getting louder and louder, closer and closer until I see someone kneeling in front of me. I shuffle backwards, wanting to escape. He isn’t my best friend; my best friend would never have done anything like this. I was in utter shock with the situation that was occurring.
He looks at me with tears that were begging to fall from his blue eyes. “It had to be done, I’m sorry.” He whispered, while his body was trembling almost as much as mine was. I swallow as I nod slightly, but I have the feeling within my body telling me that it wasn’t over. As he looks at the gun in his hands and then glances up at me, I understand. I know what he is going to do next. He has killed everyone in the classroom, apart from two people. Us.
He shuffled closer to me, and I leaned towards him. His chin was resting on my shoulder as his hand without the gun was clenching both of my hands together. I feel something cold press against the back of my head and I shut my eyes. Waiting.
It seems to be taking him a very long time. Maybe it was to mess with my feelings, or maybe he didn’t really want to do it and was just hesitating. I was thinking. I was thinking that it was none of these, it is just that everything is going in slow motion because I knew I was about to die. The last seconds of my life were definitely the longest, but I don’t want to wait anymore, I can’t.
My ears are ringing with the sound of gunshot again, but this time it was gone in a second. All the noise was gone, all my feelings were gone. There was nothing, nothing at all. I can’t see, I can’t hear, feel or smell anything, but worst of all... I can’t think. I don’t know where I am, and whether all of that happened or not.
