•the eighth•

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Shawn had to pin me against the wall to calm me.
"Listen... we all know they want us dead everyone who dies isn't us lets take that as a comfort".
"Shawn they are our friends our classmates how can you not break from that?". I slide down the wall.
"A heart that doesn't let people in so quickly".
"Yea i know how that feels".
"You're shivering".
"No kidding stupid... were in the middle of a school shooting".
"It's okay I'm here". He wrapped his arms around my body.
"cuddling helps against stress," he said.

The bullet went through the door hit the wall. I immediately let go of Shawn. The shooter grumbled with the lock where the boys through the years had worked on... now it's unbreakable.
Shawn took stood up took my hand and pulled me up we ran to the lockers against the wall. I stopped whereby Shawn was dragged back, bumped into me.
"It's okay let me show you something" he whispered. He pushed the lockers aside. There was a little room behind it.

Before i know the bullet hit me... i sank to the floor.
All i felt was cold all i know was Shawn trying to stop the blood from flowing out of the wound on my forehead.

I? Was i am the eight who died?!

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