Target

Click. Click. Click.

With each passing second, I watched and listened in horror as my pursuer slowly made their way around the lock that was placed on the door. I was sure that by now, my eyes were bulging out their sockets as my body tried its hardest to blend into the darkness behind. The handle turned slowly, torturing me as images of all that could happen now flooded my mind, as if trying to mock me and my helplessness. As the door creaked open, my breath left my body as I tried to come to grips with the fact that this may be the final thing I will ever see. The silver, empty barrel of the handgun pointed right in between my brows.

It's funny to think that just under a month ago, I was stressing about my GCSE results; now I was coming to accept the fact that my brains were going to be splayed on the wall: the wall the canvas, my blood the paint, the gun the brush and my tormentor the painter.

Tapping my heels along the polished, laminated floor, I glanced at the faces of many jealous girls and drooling boys watching as they went about their school day. I almost rolled my eyes and laughed at how misjudged they must have been to think that I would even give them the time of day.

Next to me stood the people that were my 'friends' but the sad truth was that I wouldn't even consider half of the people here to be my real friends, they just helped me stay up high on the food chain.

There were only two people I even considered my friends in this hellhole, Ocean and Connor. They have been with me through everything. Through my falls and grazes when I was small, through my 'pink everything' stage in year 7 and through my mums death.

Through my mum's murder.

I don't know much about what happened but one thing I'll never forget are the cold, cruel, steel like silver eyes that that haunted my dreams and tortured my nightmares.

Through the intercom, I heard my dad's gruff voice calling me into his office. I walked off and the others followed.

I sat infront of the stand that read Principal Cordero, Headmaster.

Raising my head, I stared into his deep green eyes. Shaking his head, he started at me.

"Maya, I need you to understand that your grades are slipping beyond what I may be able to help. You are very aware that your grades must be kept at a high to be able to attend this school. I know you are a very smart bright girl, you're my daughter, but you still do not show your true potential and if something isn't done soon, I'll have no choice but to have you kicked out."

I rolled my eyes at his speech.

"I never asked to be sent here and so don't start on how I'm not showing my 'true colours' alright. I know my grades are bad but can you blame me? All the spare time I have you're training me for something different. One day it'll be karate, the other day it'll be boxing, the other day it'll be at the shooting range etc. How can you even expect me to have time for this?"

"I don't—-"

But I never heard the end of the speech and for once in my life, I felt real, true fear for everyone I ever loved as multiple gunshots went off. All I could see was red. One by one, I watched as my friends were picked off. And one by one, my thoughts started going mad as I stared into those steel silver eyes once more, the rest of his face covered with a ski mask.

"Miss Cordero, nice to see you again."

Shot.

"How have you been doing? I know I've been missing you for a while."

Shot.

"Have you been missing me? I've been thinking about you plenty."

Shot.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again"

Shot.

My breathing rate went crazy as my eyes tried so hard to focus on the scene unfolding infront of me but the only things I could focus on were the frozen eyes that were locked with mine as he pointed and aimed a gun just above my head.

Looking behind my head, I watched dad's eyes widen in shock.

"Br—"

And before dad could finish what he was saying, a bullet flew into his forehead. I watched my dad fall, eyes glassy and lifeless onto the desk infront of him.

He was gone.