Condolences Forevermore
Dedicated to those injured or killed in the Virginia Tech massacre.
May those who rest an endless sleep R.I.P, and those who were injured, not have that much damage done.
Shortness is ensued, but I'm shocked over what I've heard, making it hard to write.
My condolences are sent to the families and their losses.
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Shots rung in their ears, teachers killed, students shot, strokes of fear stringing through the classes. Why was he here? Why did he intend to shoot these people who have done nothing to him? Desks were thrown on their sides, in hopes of the shots hitting their skin less frequently. Whenever he left the room, kids would run to the door, blocking it with their lives, never trying to let go when he came back, persistant in getting back in there, shooting the door in the process. He would leave once more, and they would try and help the injured's bleeding slow, wrapping their sweaters or shirts around the wound.
Tears were shed in anxiety, fear and hopes that he would just leave, minds reeling over their shot professor, wounded friend, who in the world this guy was. Time ticked on slowly as those tried to escape out windows, as those tried to not be seen as this man crawled around the campus, as those wished it would end. Police arrived, ambulances came, was it over? The students were called out in a hushed run, school canceled for the day, all that had happened still bouncing back and forth throughout their heads.
Thirty-three dead, the gunman included, and plenty injured. An ordinary day turned to such a mess, questions have been asked, small answers have been given, prayers have been sent, the world has been informed, investigators are investigating, reporters are reporting, students still shaken from the entire experience. Even if they find out what the man's motive was, the memories everyone encountered will still be there, hanging on for a long while.
Everything can happen in an instance, deaths, a sudden burst of happiness, everything and anything can suddenly just appear.
This massacre had been one of those appearances, busting through the door, guns in hand.
My condolences I send forevermore, hoping to relief pain, or shock, from those, even if just the tiniest bit.
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