Warren Peace sat on her bed, tears falling from his misty eyes. He looked around his sister's room. Her room was the same as she'd left it. Her walls were a soft purple, her bed had deep magenta covers. She had pictures of Emma Watson, Danielle Pananbaker, Steven Strait, Daniel Radcliff, Hilary Duff, Miley Cyrus, and Tom Felton, on her walls.
Today would have been her fifteenth birthday.
"Warren!" Layla yelled running down the hall to him. She stopped in front of him, her brown hair swinging at her shoulder.
She looked up at him, tears in her chocolate eyes.
"It's Jocelyn."
He dropped his books and backpack, as he sprinted down the hall, Layla at his heel. Everyone ran out of his way; his arms aflame.
"Warren, there was a shooting in her school. She got hit." Principle Powers said to him.
"Jocelyn!" Warren yelled running over to her on the stretcher, but was quickly pushed away by doctors.
"GET ME A PINT OF AB NEGITIVE," yelled a doctor.
"She's not breathing," yelled a nurse.
"Start CPR," ordered the doctor.
"JOCELYN!" yelled Warren. Layla grabbed his arms and held him tightly.
"Still no pulse," a nurse yelled.
"Come on…BREATH DAMN IT," The doctor yelled.
"Dr. Johnson stop, she's gone," The nurse said gently pulling him.
"Time of death 12:48pm."
"NOOOOO," Warren yelled running over to her.
Later that day Dr. Johnson's POV
"You ok Jamie?" Steve asked me.
"I lost someone today," I replied, my head in my hands.
"We all lose patients," Laura said sitting down next to me.
"No, she was just a kid. No older then 13 years old." I said.
"Oh god, what happened?" Stephanie and Tom asked in unison.
"There was a shooting at her middle school. She took on the gunman. She was shot but still managed to get the gun away. She saved everyone's life in that school. A couple other kids were shot, but known will have lasting damage. She was conscious when she got here. She begged me to heal her, said she was the only family her brother had left. I promised her she would be ok."
Warren picked up her diary, he wrote in it. She'd always asked him to sing her his songs. So he wrote it in her diary, because it was just for her.
On this half lit day
With your crown beneath your wing
Every word just echoes
And the empty world sings
Where have you gone my feather light heart?
I never imagined I could leave.
In the glistening
Of the lost and open sky
Tiny piece of you sits
Simple wish waits for reply
Where have you gone my feather light heart?
You mustn't forget what love can see.
