10 years later...
Kathy had married and had two kids. Boy and a Girl. The boy was five and the girl was four.
Everynight for a year after the shooting, she would wake up screaming, feeling the bullet entering her arm, again and again and again.
Her husband was killed at a gas station one night and she was left alone in this world with two kids.
One night, on the way back from Disney on ice, with her daughter a drunk driver fell asleep behind the wheel.
The cars hit head on, killing Kathy instantly as she struck her head on the windshield. Her kid died in the explosion that came afterwards.
Her son was going to gorw up an orphan.
12 Years later...
He was sitting in the bathroom of the school, tears streaming down his face and his fists clenched.
People would make fun of him because he was adopted by two fathers.
He would get called a faggot and his parents would be picked on every day.
The revolver was in his bag, all he needed to do was pull it out, walk into his class and open fire.
He pondered this and decided to pull out the revolver.
"Bullying fucks with everyone." he said, walking out of the stall.
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