School Shooting

I sit in the police interrogation room in bloodied clothes. They had given me a glass of water, but my stomach was in too many knots to drink even the water. A middle-aged officer walked into the room, closing the door behind him, but I saw some of the kids from my class waiting outside. They had to be questioned as well. I think most of team B had to be questioned.”Hello, I am officer Brody, and I am here to question you about what happened at school today.” He said. He was a pretty slim guy, with graying hair and ocean blue eyes. I nodded. He sat opposite me and said in a gentle voice, “Look, I know it was scary and traumatic, but I am going to need you to explain everything in as much detail as possible, okay? You should also drink the water, it has been a long day. For everyone.” I understood that. I started telling him everything that had happened. Everything had been normal, but then Mr.S got a text. He looked at his phone and ran over the door, locking it and closing the blinds. He then made sure the windows were securely closed and the blinds down on them. When he was done with all that he said in a hushed tone that someone had entered the school with a gun, they say he had just escaped from prison while he was getting booked in. We all started to panic, but he assured us that we had nothing to fear. He said he would give his life for ours. We all got into position, huddled in the corner where we could be out of range of gunshot. Apparently the shooter had already shot some of the teachers and students and down the hall, we heard shots and screams. Some of us were crying, I was not though. I knew that I would also give my life for the people in my class, even the people I hated. My best friends were on either side of me, one was crying, the other to paralized to even blink. The door rattled and everyone jumped. Mr.S stayed in front of us as the door kept straining. They are going to get in! I kept thinking in my head. Do not get me wrong, I was scared, I just did not show it. The glass on the door busted and some of us screamed. I was one of them. I got into position to dart and hit somebody when I felt a hand on my heart. It was the boy I liked. He mouthed don’t and all I did was give him a solemn look that said sorry. He let go and sat back, l thought I saw tears but did not have time to make sure, as the intruder had busted down the door and was coming at the group. Mr.S charged at him, but he was not fast enough. He went down just as a loud boom sounded. Blood spattered the ground, walls, and my face. I cried out and so did most of the class. He made it around him and then grabbed someone from the front row. That was when I acted. I knew enough self defence to take him down. I made sure he was disarmed, grabbed his gun, and hit him hard enough in the head to knock him out. The whole class was too scared to move. I made sure the kid was okay and then went to Mr.S. I checked his pulse, but there was none. He was gone. A few minutes later the cops showed up. I finished telling him what happened and he nodded thoughtfully and closed up the notepad he had been writing in. I grabbed the water glass and jugged the whole thing, it rested uneasily in my stomach. “Okay, this will be very helpful in putting him in prison. They are debating the death penalty or life in prison. I figured you should know that.” He said. “Thank you” I said in a raspy voice. I got up out of the chair and was greeted by the students in my class. They all thanked me but I was not into it as much. I just wanted to go home.

5 years later

I am doing pretty good. Everyone has a bit of PTSD from that day, but it shaped us to be responsible and good students. I looked up just as someone from that day zoomed into the room laughing his head off. The teacher scolded him. I guess all of us are not responsible.