Jace looked as if he hadn't slept in days, his hands trembling. It might've been because his was pointing a gun in Mr Victor's direction.

Warning to you now: though I describe this in calm, collective detail, in reality my mind was blank. I was in a state of shock, my mind unable to even create thoughts. I was a passenger in this situation.

I don't remember trembling, panicking or even a tornado of emotions. No, just my body devoid of my mind.

The room was silent. Not silent like the time Harry walked into the cafeteria. This was different. It was as if I couldn't hear anything. Just...ringing like when someone is near enough to an explosion.

Mr Victor rose, hands up in a 'I'm not gonna hurt you but I'm coming close' gesture.

People could've been crying, boys struggling to stay still, everybody struggling to stay silent. I probably should've be concerned for Alice who was new and only on her second day. I should've been worried for Mr Victor who now stood before a gun yet I wasn't. I was...nothing.

Yet I remember everything. I can't not remember.

"Jace," Mr Victor began a bit too calmly. ", you don't want to do this. Please, put the gun down and talk to me."

The gun shook. I may have been afraid it might accidently go off but Jace was smart enough to point it at a bigger target. Mr Victor's chest.

"S-some of these people deserve to die and knowing y-you, you'd protect them so you have to go f-first." He angrily stammered out. Instead of the gun, he turned his eyes to a few people. Me included.

"T-this world is full of listeners and commentators. This highschool too. Everybody listens to somebody's pain and spreads, making their pain public without any regard for that person. We are just news, entertainment! Entertainment for any person that doesn't know what we know." He was shouting now. His words were the brutal truth, laid nicely above the fear and panic already present.

He looked at someone, ignoring Mr Victor completely. My head followed automatically, landing on Harry who sat stoic as ever.

"They hurt us. The take our stories, our pain, and make it everybody's business. They plasture it to the edges of city." His words reeled on Harry. "Can't you see I am the only person who can help you? I'm the only person that can understand!"

The word rang out, embracing the silence. It felt as if all eyes were divided between Harry and Jace. I stayed still, my mind a deadzone.

Then scraping. Harry pushed his chair back noisily. He didn't tremble nor shake. He walked around his desk. Then he stood by the doorway, between Mr Victor and the gun.

"Harry...Let me do this. Let me-" Jace tried, barely holding it together. Harry said nothing, gave nothing away.

Movement. His hand midair then wrapped around the barrel. A moment passed where they both held the gun. Then it was in Harry's hands. His fingers moved deftly over the gun, disassembling it to its various parts.

Harry turned and put the parts on sir's desk. He took the bullets out of the magazine(I think?). One, two, I counted five bullets. Then he took another bullet out of the chamber.

Jace stood defeated, barely upright. Mr Victor watched Harry the same way he watched Jace. Harry turned, looked at Jace and walked out into the hallway.