We agreed that there wasn’t going to be any trouble. If it got out of hand then I would leave. It was supposed to be that simple.
But now there’s nothing. The world is black and I can’t hear much. I feel funny and I’m scared. I have no idea where I am.
One of my friends warned me. I had showed them a picture once and thought it wouldn’t hurt. He would never come. I looked ahead of me; there was no one in the hall.
My shoulders ache. There’s someone next to me, but they’re not moving. Are they dead?
I came down the hall, trying to avoid his glare. I knew he’d be there and it made me feel somewhat better for once. Even though he hated me and never wanted to see me again. I never hated Matt.
I’m barely awake; I can tell my hands have been tied. A moment of sheer panic hits me. I can’t grasp what’s happening still.
It took me awhile to see there was someone at my desk waiting for me. I didn’t think anything of it, it was just another student. They handed me a note and left. The handwriting was unmistakable, it was his. He was here. I ran out of the classroom and into the hall. I wanted to convince him not to hurt anyone.
I move my hands a little; the feeling of the clothes tells me it’s a guy. It’s Matt, but he’s not moving.
By chance Matt walked up to his locker, his angry eyes burning me. I turned away to find him, but instead he stood right in front of me. I dropped my books, I was shaking.
I try to wake Matt up, but there’s something sticky coming from his clothes. I roll around to get the blind fold off. I can see now that he’s dead, blood spattered all over the both of us.
He moved in closer to me and I took a step back. I wanted to ask him how he found me, but I tried searching for friends. For anyone. Matt was walking away, I needed him to stay. I looked back at Matt, hoping he would hear my silent pleas.
I try to sit up, I can see clearly. We’re still in school. But where are the teachers and the students? I position my hands in front of me, I need to get help. I look at Matt. He’s breathing lightly, he’s not dead.
I saw Jessica stop Matt, she whispered in his ear. Maybe she was telling him? But I never told her. Hannah came down the hall. They talked and he pointed to me. He knew what was going on.
I shake Matt fiercely, trying to get him up. The school is empty, there’s nothing by silence. The only thing I hear is the footsteps.
Hannah shouted, Matt followed behind her. It was too late, there was something pressed against my mouth. The sweet smell of some exotic flower hit me. I inhaled the sweet smell with struggle. Matt ripped me away from him, holding me close. Both of us were sent to the ground. I had stood in the way of a gunshot fire.
Not only do my shoulders hurt, but my side burns. I look down and see that all this blood is mine. Matt must be out cold. The footsteps are getting closer.
People started shouting, I wasn’t standing anymore. Something burned in my side, but I didn’t want to look. I wanted to keep my eyes on him. I held my side tightly, my shirt was soaked.
The door opens, he’s walking in. He stops right in front of me, glaring at me. He speaks in a soft tone, almost in a calming way. Except for the fact it’s him. I don’t say anything, my eye on Matt.
He picked me up off of Matt. He carried me across the hall, Matt chased after us. My side was pounding, I couldn’t move without severe pain. I held my eyes open for as long as I could. I tried to settle things, agreed to go with him. It was too late.
Now, he’s got his fist balled up and his other hand pulling my hair. I can see the discoloration on Matt’s face, the blow that knocked him out. He pulls the gun out; I can’t help but to let out a shriek. Matt’s waking up, he’s struggling to get free. I know we won’t get out alive. He’s whispering things to me, but I’m repeating myself.
We agreed that there wasn’t going to be any trouble. I try to talk him out of it, the gun pushing into my forehead. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. The gun goes off. It’s over; my blood splatters Matt as he reaches up to try and save me. He pulls back by the sight of me. I want to say something to him, but I can’t.
Robert aims the gun at Matt, but something stops him. Maybe it’s the sight of me.
We agreed that there wouldn’t be any trouble. If it got out of hand, then I would leave. It was supposed to be simple.
But nothing is ever that simple. Never. It won’t happen, not to me. Because we agreed.
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