Hey guys. This one is somewhat scary and suspenseful in my opinion. I'll be updating frequently in small increments, I think. Let me know what you guys think of it.

The day had started out like any other. Emily had showered, dressed, grabbed breakfast, and driven to school with her twin sister Katie. "Katie can we please change the fucking station, I'm so sick of your music..." begged Emily. "Not my fault you have shitty taste in music," Katie stated while applying her makeup in the mirror. Emily was tempted to swerve the car just a little so her sister would fuck it up, but the aftermath would not have been worthwhile. Instead, she changed the station without asking a second time. "Bitch, I said no," Katie shouted while switching it back. Not wanting to end up in a fight where her radio knob ended up off the radio entirely, Emily finally resigned.

"Later, loser." Katie slammed the car door shut after they pulled into the college carlot. Emily rolled her eyes as Katie readjusted her bra before practically cat-walking into the group of students that always awaited her arrival. Nobody waits for me. Emily flipped open her car mirror and gave herself a quick lookover before grabbing her belongings and heading inside. Somehow she had ended up back behind Katie's group. "Stop fucking following me," ordered Katie before strutting off toward one of the classrooms.

"I'm not," Emily mumbled before turning a different direction. Sure, her classroom was in the same direction as Katie's but she didn't mind taking the longer route if it meant less quality time with sis. She took a seat down in the middle of the room. Emily observed quietly as other people interacted with their friends before the teacher arrived. Although Emily did not have anyone to catch up with, she still managed to occupy her time by drawing in one of her notebooks. She had actually developed quite a skill in all her free time.

"Good morning." Kieran, her professor closed the door behind himself and walked toward his desk. He placed his briefcase on top of the desk and scooted it aside to make room for his feet once he sat down and reclined. "Let's see here," he said with his thick Irish accent, as he opened up his notes. "Ah, right, we're supposed to watch one of those videos today."

A student called out, "Is it going to be black and white?"

"Yes, it's going to fucking be black and white. It's a classic." They were all highly used to their professor casually dropping the f-bomb in his sentences.

"Fuck, man. I hate old movies," said another.

"What a fuckin' shame," he said. "Do I have any volunteers to get the TV? No? Alright. Fuck." He looked around the classroom and chose at random. "Naomi, go get it will you?"

"Of course, just like every other woman that's been asked to do something by a man," she said sarcastically on her way out.

"That's the spirit," he retorted.

Everyone started talking amongst themselves while they waited for Naomi to return. Kieran was getting fed up with the noise though, so he asked everyone to quiet down just as an announcement came on. "We have a visitor from Blark today. I repeat, we have a visitor from Blark. We expect all students to be on their best behavior. Teachers should follow the protocol for visitors. Thank you," Harriet, the headmistress's voice rang out.

"Fuck!" Kieran stood up and turned off the lights and locked the classroom door. Everyone was alarmed by his behavior. "Everyone shut the fuck up right now. There's no such thing as Blark. This is not a drill. There is a shooter in the building. Everyone calmly get against the far corner of the left wall and sit down where they can't see you and keep fucking quiet until further notice."

Emily panicked, much like everyone else. She could feel her heartbeat pick up double the pace. She followed orders and was sitting against the wall beside two other students she never talked to. They were all silently confessing their need to live. "I have state championship swimming today." "Yeah, well I have family visiting from out of country." At "family," Emily instantly remembered that her sister, Katie, too, was experiencing this. Emily was never too into spirituality but she immediately started praying that her sister was okay wherever she was. She instantly regretted not having taken the same course track as her sister. At least she would know that they were both doing okay if they had been in the same room. It was not long before everyone seemed to start praying to themselves, including Kieran. Some of the students were crying.

"Kieran! Emily's hyperventilating!" someone whispered loudly. As shocked as Emily was that someone knew her name, she was a bit too busy thinking about dying. Kieran crawled away from the door and headed in Emily's direction. "Do something," said another student.

"Um, right. Fuck." He put his hands on Emily's shoulders. "Emily, Emily, look at me." Emily managed to lift her head up. The tears were streaming down her face as her chest heaved. She could feel herself beginning to get lightheaded. "Emily, you've got to slow down your breathing. In. Pause. Out. Pause. In. Pause. Out." It was of no use though; everything quickly faded to black.

And on that suspenseful note, I will begin writing the next chapter from Naomi's point of view. Let me know if this is worth carrying on or whether it's too dark. I don't know. I have plans for it.