Ok, this story is written from an alice academy student POV. It can be any. But, I wrote this as a tribute to those who died in the Tucson, Arizona shooting (for those who don't know what happened, you can go to [w w w . w a s h i n g t o n p o s t . c o m / w p – d y n / c o n t e n t / a r t i c l e / 2 0 1 1 / 0 1 / 1 1 / A R 2 0 1 1 0 1 1 1 0 6 9 2 1 . h t m l]) whats really scary is that I live in Arizona o-o" so, as I said, this is a tribute to them. May they rest in peace.
Disclamer: I do not and never will own Gakuen Alice.
The only thing worse than slowly watching a shooting unfold on television is being a part of one.
Nearly four years after surviving the worst possible AAO attack ever recorded in Alice Academy's history and trying to live a "normal" life (which is impossible, seeing that I am an alice) I sat there, in front of the
screen, stunned, angry, and saddened as the nauseating details of the starting of another mass murder unfold before my eyes.
I sat there as the uncontrollable feelings that come from the shock and trauma of a normal day morphing into madness raced through my being. Jagged, painful, frightening fragments of the craziest day of my life started attacking my mind as I watched someone else's nightmare become real.
I sat there, understanding that those who were shot/attacked and still conscious were undoubtedly grappling with the absolute fear and uncertainty of their chances to live or die.
I sat there, understanding that those who remained conscious were likely rocked by feelings of helplessness and hopelessness as they lay motionless while medics, doctors and nurses, with their healing alices, worked to stop bleeding, animate breathing and repair their shattered veins, muscles and bones and other damages done by alice.
As the hours passed, and the reality of the horror set in, and the fight to keep living gained steam, I sat there, remembering the simultaneous feelings of joy and sadness that would wash over the victims as their heart-stricken classmates and friends filled their hospital rooms and held vigils by their bedsides.
I sat there, knowing before they could know that their lives would never be the same. Experiencing the rampage of a delusional man bent on revenge, armed with the power to project massive damage with minimal effort, would change them, would change anyone.
As I continue to try to make more meaning out of my life, watching other families endure the same series of events that mine did is quietly devastating and supremely upsetting.
I ask you, why has so little changed?
When the next mass shooting in Alice Academy happened, I again was a television witness, sitting there, being jerked around by a rollercoaster of emotions.
But I couldn't sit for long. People out there need my help and, with a possible war starting, they need my alice. But some told me there's nothing I can do about it. I didn't believe them the first time, and I don't believe them now.
Maybe crazy people will do crazy things. But why, why do we make it so darn easy for them to do so?
So? How was it? This is my second one-shot (the first one didn't fare well…) im sorry if you guys wanted a new Love Stamp chpt but my mom took away my laptop so I cant update as fast. Eek! I need to go! Mom's coming!
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