Paralysed By Choices ✔️

Chapter eight: Don't Touch My Gun!

"Wow," Jason muttered, "I thought you knew everything."

I frowned and slap him across the head, making him moan in pain while rubbing his head dramatically. "Who's holding the gun here?"

He took a step back and placed his hands up in surrender, mocking me. "Don't shoot, I am an innocent man!"

I rolled my eyes and hit his head again, making him moan again. "Focus, Jason! We need to move." He nodded his head, knowing that we're still stuck in this situation. I keep contemplating if we should head upstairs to our room or to go outside.

"Stay down, we're heading back upstairs. I've cleared it, there should be no one up there." Once I get the nod that Jason understood the words coming out of my mouth, I turned around and raised my gun again. I cleared my left and right, making sure nobody could see us dart across this room.

I signalled Jason to get down and we're both quickly heading to the stairs, as we moved towards the stairs and we went in between tables and chairs, I kept looking to the door to make sure no one randomly came in my view and luckily for us, I saw nobody in sight.

Once we both reached the stairs, I lowered my gun and raced up with Jason shortly behind me. I could feel his presence there and I suddenly stopped at the start of the hallway. "Our door is closed," I said in a whisper, "it was open before."

"Maybe Maggie came back." Jason suggested as I raised my gun once again. Step by step we both took and as we each stepped closer, I felt a knot inside my stomach. Whenever I got that feeling, I knew something was wrong.

Once we reached our dorm room's door, I placed my back against the wall and Jason followed for once. My gun was held in front of me as I moved a step closer to the door. My hand reached for the doorknob and I slowly turned it, I could feel Jason squint as I swung the door open and went in fully armed.

I cleared the room in a confused state. "Is it clear?" Jason asked in a tiny squeak.

"It's clear." I looked around the room, finding nothing out of place except for the blood stain that left a trail from Maggie's bed and it stopped at the door. Jason entered and saw the blood stain; he looked pale as he closed the door.

"Do you think that's Maggie's blood? He asked, the shakiness in his voice truly showing.

I shrugged, placed my gun on her bedside table and began to rummage through her draws to find anything out of place. "Her phone isn't here. It was here before I left."

"How come we never heard anything?" Jason asked, sitting on my bed, opposite me.

I sighed and slammed Maggie's draw shut in rage. "There are other floors in this building, she could have gone up. The only way out is through the library and down the emergency staircase which is near the elevator."

"Look," Jason began, "don't get angry. We will find her."

He didn't sound too convincing. "Don't tell me how to feel!" I snapped, feeling even angrier. We're still trapped in this god damn building and I wanted to get out. We had no idea what was going on and why these people decided to shoot up a fucking college campus!

Jason walked up to me as I crossed my arms while looking out the window. It was darker now and a lot gloomier. I hated it when it was this quiet. Jason placed his hands on my shoulder and swung me around to face him, I frowned at him as he stared back at me. Suddenly, he pulled me in for a hug.

"Jason-" I said as he squeezed me tightly. I could barely move, not being able to breathe. "I don't do hugs."

He chuckled. "I know."