It was a normal day until it wasn't. Without warning, gunshots rang out in the hallways, piercing the silence that had enveloped the school. Students and teachers ran for their lives, screaming and crying as they Dodge bullets from The Unseen enemy. I was one of the lucky ones who managed to find a hiding place. But I was not spared from the nightmare that I'm full before my eyes I saw my friends and mentors fall to the ground, Blood Stained their clothes and faces. I heard their final cast, and please for mercy. I felt their pain and fear and every fiber of my being. When the shooting stopped, the sirens started, and police and paramedics swarmed the scene, trying to save whoever they could; the media arrived soon after broadcasting the horror to the world.
I waited until the gunshots and the sirens faded away. I hope that the police had caught the shooter and that it was safe to come out. I crawled out from under the desk, where I had been hiding for what seemed like an eternity. I looked around the classroom, and my heart sank. There were bodies everywhere, some of them I recognize as my friends. Let's stay in walls in the floor and bullets holes riddled the windows and the door. I felt a search for grief and anger, mixed with fear and guilt. Why did this happen? Why did they have to die? Why did I survive? I tried to calm myself down and looked for a way out. I saw a fire escape at the end of the hallway and decided to head there. Maybe I could find some help or at least get away from this hell. I grabbed my backpack, which had fallen on the floor when I ran for cover and made my way to the door. I opened it slowly and peaked outside. The coast seemed clear, so I stepped out.
I was wrong.
As soon as I stepped out, I heard a loud bang behind me. I turned around and saw him. The shooter. He was still alive, and he had seen me. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, carrying a backpack that looked heavy and bulky. He had dark hair and eyes— a scar on his left cheek. He didn't look like anyone I knew, but he seemed familiar somehow, he glanced at me briefly then looked away. He didn't say anything, but I felt his hatred and resentment. He had a garage against me—for some reason I didn't even know. Bang! He raised a gun and fired at me. I dodged the Bullet by a hair's breadth and ran for my life. He chased after me firing more shots. I heard them whizz pass me or hit the walls and lockers next to me. A six act through the hallways, hoping to lose him or find someone who could help me. But there was no one else around. Everyone was either dead or gone. I reached the fire escape and pushed the door open. It let me to a metal staircase that went down to the ground floor. I ran down the stairs hoping to get to the street level before he caught me. But he was faster than me. He caught up with me way down the stairs and grabbed my backpack. “Let go of me! I shouted, trying to shake him off. He pulled me back and slapped me against the railing. Pull his gun to my head and smiled wickedly.
“Hello there,” he said. “We meet again.”
I stared at him in disbelief, trying to process what he had just said. We meet again? What did he mean by that? Did I know him, he's from somewhere? Did he know me? I look at his face more closely, searching for any clues or hints. His scar, his eyes, his hair… they all seem familiar somehow. Couldn't place it. Where had I seen him before? “Hiro!” I said shocked. Hiro Yamada was my neighbor and my worst enemy. He used to live in the apartments across the street from mine, with his parents and his older brother. She was two years older than me, and he went to the same school as me. He always was mean and cruel to me, to anyone else who crosses paths.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hero, the boy who had tormented me for years, was the one who had shot up the school. He was the one who had killed my friends and teachers. He was the one who tried to kill me. Why was he doing this? Why was he trying to hurt me? I remember the last time I saw him, before he disappeared. It was at the park, where he used to play as a kid. He had a corner me there, with this gang of bullies. They surrounded me and started to punch and kick me. They called me names and laughed at me. They had said that I was a loser, a nerd, a freak. Here has been the worst of them all. Had been the leader, the instigator, the sadist. He had enjoyed hurting me, more than anyone else. He had hit me harder and mocked me louder. He had looked at me with contempt, and hatred.
He had envied me for everything I had that he didn't. He had envy me for my grades, my friends, my family even. He had Envy me for my life. And he had wanted to take it away from me.
I didn't know why he wanted me to suffer until I remembered. Four years ago, there was an incident. Yes, that must be it. Why was he acting this way? I thought. There wasn't any other reason I was there.
He wanted to make me suffer, as he had suffered, he wanted to make me pay for what they had done to him. He wanted to make me die, that's his brother had died. His brother, ken, who was his only friend and ally. His brother, ken, who was involved in a game, and who was killed by his former gang members. His brother, ken, who I saw die in front of my eyes.
I saw it all.
I saw them attack Ken, I saw them hurt Ken, I saw them kill Ken.
I saw Hiro Witness it all. I saw him cry for his brother; I saw him hate them all. I saw him hate me. He blames me for his brother's death. He blamed me for being there, witnessing it, and surviving it. He blamed me for not helping him, for not saving him, for not dying with him.
Hiro, wanted to end our pain, in our hate. He wanted to end it all. Hiro's parents were abusive, and his brother wanted to take him away from that life. But all that changed in an instant.
He wanted revenge for his brother's death, and he got it. He explained everything to me. He got a gun from the black-market dealer, who didn't ask any questions or care about any consequences. He got a backpack from a convenience store, where he stuffed it with bullets and explosives. He got a hoodie from a thrift store shop, where he hit his face and identity. He explained further: he waited for the right moment, place, and opportunity. He waited until they were all gathered in one spot unaware of his presence or plan. She waited until they were all vulnerable and defenseless. He waited until they were all at school, and then he struck.
Apparently, those gang members were also part of my school, which I’d never noticed before. So, this was an opportunity for him to take what he thought. And he didn't care who was in his way. He shot without Mercy or remorse; he shot without hesitation or regret. He shot until there was no one left to shoot (except me.) I was lucky to have a hiding place. A desk I was under a desk in the math classroom.
I felt apprehensive. I was frozen. I couldn’t move or breathe. I couldn't think or move. He sounded placid and casual. He sounded like he had accomplished his mission. I breathe. I bathed loudly and rapidly. My breath. As if it was my last breath. He was coming for me. And closer and closer. He was going to kill me. Had to act. I had to fight. I had to survive. I waited for the right moment. I waited until it was within my reach. I waited until he lowered his guard. I jumped at him. I jump with all my strength and speed. I jumped with all my fear and courage. We collided. We tumbled. He was stronger than me. He was faster than me, He was. Angrier than me. He pushed me to the ground with all powerful force. He punched me in the face with a brutal impact. He kicked me in the ribs with a savage blow. He grabbed my hair. With a tight grip, He pulled my head back with a violent jerk. He whispered in my ear with a Malicious tone.
“You should have died with him. You should have died with all of them!” he felt. Anger, sadness, guilt, and resentment. he felt losing his brother Was like. Losing his own. Life.
We were exhausted. We were wounded. We were desperate. He was stronger than me, even faster. He was angrier. His steaming heart Was boiling. But I was smarter. To them. I was. More careful, that was more hopeful. Maybe that was my mistake. I saw it, he dropped his guard and his balance. I seized the Opportunity. There was. In front of me. I pushed him back and I knocked him down. I could hear him fall to the floor. He hit his head. Then he groaned in pain.
“Urgh!” This was a good opportunity for me. I ran to the door and tried to open it. I tried to escape but by no luck it was locked. “No!” I yelled. I saw him stand up. And began to Pursuit chase.
“You can't run away from me. You cannot Run away from your fate.” He reached out into his pocket, and he pulled out a knife. He pointed it at me. “See this? This is the knife that is going to end your life, just like my brother. This knife will end everything.” He charged at me; he stabbed me in the chest. He smiled with satisfaction as he charged with high speed. I felt a sharp pain. I felt warm blood. I felt the cold fingers of death. He let go of the knife and he let go of me. He let go of everything. I collapsed to the ground, and I looked at him. I spoke to him. “Why? Why did you do this? Do you really hate me this much? That you would go this far.” as they spewed blood from my mouth.
He looked at me as he was looking at himself. He looked confused and sad. He began to question everything what he had done. She dropped the knife. From his hand, and then he fell to his knees. “I don't know. I don't know any more. I don't know anything anymore.” He sat down next to me. Then he held my hand. He cried with regret.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. I'm sorry for killing you.” I could see that he was sincere. The face he had prior from all the things that was going on Change from a. Lunatic then transforming to an actual human being. I'm not saying he didn't have emotions. Losing a brother means a lot. Then in the end I did what I could have done. I forgave him I forgave him for everything. I forgave him for killing me. I don't know why, I just did... I closed my eyes. But before. All that. I heard people coming in. I heard footsteps and voices. I heard doors and windows breaking. I heard the police and the paramedics even sirens shouting out. I heard Orders and questions. They saw me in Hiro lying on the floor and they saw the blood and the knife. They even saw the backpack. With the bomb. They rushed to us, they checked our pulses and wounds. They tried to save us. But I was in the worst condition of all. They didn't give up on me. One of the paramedics said. “He's still alive but he has a faint heartbeat.” Another one said, “We need to act fast. He might Have internal bleeding.” I couldn’t say anything, I just thought of what I was going to say, Internal bleeding?
They began to cover me with sheets and blankets. Then they put me in a Gurney as they hooked me up with an IV. Then they lifted me up and carried me out as they took me to an ambulance. They rushed me as fast as they could to the hospital. They rushed me to the ER, then performed surgery.