It’s finally over, after what felt like hours, its finally over. It was just a normal day we went in like any other lessons were normal me and my friends were eating lunch when we thought we heard a pop we just thought it was like normal when someone would open their crisps by popping the bag but before too long we heard people running through the halls then the popping got louder like that of a microwave with popcorn inside but the screams they sounded like the pain of a thousand screaming planets only then did we realise what had happened someone had gotten inside the school our schools a place with some of the smartest minds in the world were taught how to be useful to the future of humanity it was the most heavily guarded school in the world using the old prison Alcatraz as its main building irony really the place people call an academic prison happens to be in the most famous prison in the world but that’s beside the point when the screaming started it was like a stampede that tore through everything in its path tables waying twice as much as the average student were sent careening across the room and falling onto its side before the popping started in rapid succession that didn’t take long for us to realise were bullets dozens of bullets fired in rapid succession before someone beside me fell over with a red mist appearing behind his head before he fell trampled by the ever increasing mob all fighting for being near the middle as to avoid being in the shooters line of sight but it wouldn’t matter unless a radio signal could be sent to the city no one would come and the next brake isn’t for another half a month and by that time we’d be long since dead and the murderer would be long gone but until a plan could be formed we just had to run and find a safe place to hide but even then that wouldn’t help us for long that was when I came back the my own mind and saw I was forced to the side the screaming had largely subdued and the shooting was quieter but not gone that was until I felt a pain in my side.

As I looked down to see the broken handle of a door sticking into my side, obviously broken by the hurricane of kids running past the jagged point digging into fat and muscle before I saw the door I was injured upon, noticing the sign saying radio room now noticing the mob had left me behind to swarm the stone walls like a tsunami of students deciding with my injury it was best to hide and try to contact help, twisting the remnants of the blood soaked handle while keeping my other hand into my side to stop the bleeding until the blood congealed to stop itself, as I came back to my mind I could feel the door open before limping in and locking the door behind me. While sitting on the large chair and pulling a pair of headphones over my ears as crimson as the blood running down my side from the fear rushing through my veins before snapping my train of thought back to the radio as I switched various switches as lights flashed and the radio static dimmed as a voice came through the voice asked why I was on the radio instead of the usual operator usually calling for a boat if a student got injured or incredibly ill before I started to explain what I heard and what happened, he said he’d send people there right away. While outside my room, I heard a hail of leaded rain just outside before the heavy steps of the large man stomped past. I hurriedly asked the man to hurry or else it may be too late before the door at several points splintered before the red mist came out of my shoulder as I collapsed off the large chair as my head collided with the floor, I let out a near silent please before the fuzzy black crept in and enveloped my mind.

My eyes shot open tears brimming but no noise escaped wondering what happened. It took moments before realising I was on a boat with paramedics and multiple other students, but I wouldn’t be able to tell while the news didn’t cover the exact state of the children later that night it did show me and said how I and several others had refused an interview but that wasn’t true, the truth is I can’t when my head smashed against the concrete floor my brain was damaged and until the day I die ill suffer from traumatic brain injury that makes it so I can't speak while still able to move I can't speak again the news said they never found the perpetrator as he wore a mask and by the time they found the boat it was torched and the man fled, that was until I heard someone enter as I turned my head before hearing a dark chuckle as the man pulled out a gun his face heavily scarred. He placed on a mask the same as on the news the cameras saw the shooter wore before *BANG* the bullet sliced through my left ear as I could feel my eardrum burst before seeing security crash through the door as the man was tased but while the electricity coursed through his muscles his grip on the Deadmans switch I only got a glimpse of lessoned before he exploded as I felt my skin sizzle flesh fry and my bones burn but I was alive my hand and left arm were all but gone and I had second degree burns along my torso and face but I still lived barely, but I'm still alive missing an arm never able to speak with scars along my torso along with a missing kidney from getting stabbed by the door and with more than a bit of ptsd the man was never able to be identified as the bomb strapped to him all but disintegrated his entire being but from the charred bones they were able to recover, they are all but sure he’s long gone until one day a few months later I got a letter in the mail with simple words in a scribbled font in a rancid red liquid saying ‘セ卄🝗 ᗪ🝗ᐯ讠㇄ ᗪㄖ🝗丂𝓝丶七 ᗪ讠🝗      ﾁ尺ㄖ爪 闩 丂讠爪尸㇄🝗 尸讠尸🝗⻏ㄖ爪⻏’... Dear God.