So...I had this idea randomly come to me in my Anthropology class. So i typed this up the entire time! LOL! It's my first crazy and angst story! So please! AH! Hope you'll like it.


"Why didn't you call me? All I wanted was one phone call!" The fear and anger implicated in his eyes showed that none of us were save. He let out one round in the air, and everyone in the hallways fell to the floor and for cover. Screams of students were heard as he shot another round in the air. All of us didn't run for cover but we stayed standing and protecting our friend from the danger heading in our direction.

His eyes were set on us, and he chuckled cynically. He pointed the hazard he had in his hands towards all of us, and we all back off, still keeping our heads and chest held high showing no fear.

"Well if it isn't Sam Evans." He looked at Sam, who was next to Finn, Puck and Mike who formed a barrier in front of us. His eyes were now eyeing Sam head to toe, as he stuck out his tongue and moved it to the side of his mouth.

He lifted the threat once more, but this time he pointed it towards Sam. My whole body was trembling and my heartbeat was increasing rapidly. Sam was faceless as he gave the perpetrator dagger eyes. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing; I couldn't stand the bare thought of something happening to him.

"Get ready!" He yelled, but before he could get to him, I managed to push him out of the way in time, but I got hit.

The pain was excruciating, like a thousand knives being punctured within our skin constantly. I gasped from the impact his action had on me and fell to the floor. My fingers scrunched any my screams of pain filled the hallways. Panting for air, and arching my back with agony I called out his name.

"Sam!" He must have left running once he figured out what he did, because everyone came in my vision. As he also came into my vision, I saw nothing but his adorable and radiant emerald eyes.

"Oh shit! Mercedes! Oh my god!" I felt his hands touch my stomach and as he removed them I saw his hand completely covered in my blood. He gently grabbed my body and placed one of his hands behind my back, lifting me into his arms. I slowly started feeling the loss of blood gradually overcome me.

"Here Sam, I'm going to make a tourniquet around her body, which will press against the wound and hopefully stop the bleeding." I saw Puck come into my vision as he took off his plaid shirt and rolled it up and placed it around my stomach. Pulling it tight, I hissed as the pain in that moment hurt my body.

"Sam." My weak and raspy voice started creating tears in his eyes. I placed my hand on his warm cheek but I noticed I smeared a little bit with my blood. I dropped my hand and looked away from him, flinching at the sudden pain that shot through my body

"It's okay, I don't care. I want to feel your hand; I don't care if I get smeared with blood." I smiled turned my head back up to meet his gaze and slowly raised my hand and started cuddling his cheek. He chuckled once he felt the semi-warmth of my hand against his skin.

"Mercedes, why…why did you do that? You should have let him shoot me. Darling, why did you save me?" I groaned in pain as I started taking deep breaths, I could barely talk but I had to tell him, I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"People do crazy things…when they're in love." He laughed softly and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight.

"Oh, Mercedes. Did you just quote Meg from Hercules?" We both started laughing as he kissed my hands.

"You don't mean it." I started hearing the ambulance siren wail and getting louder and louder.

"I do, Sam. I…love-" My breathing started becoming more of a struggle. My heart felt like it was getting weaker. My lungs felt like they were shrinking by the moment and getting smaller. The pain that gone away briefly didn't subside but started getting stronger, more than I could handle. My soft groans of pain again turned into screams, which echoed through the halls.

"Mercedes, hold on. The paramedics are here." I started squeezing his hand and my back arched on its own as my entire body began twitching and trembling.

"Sam! My body's burning!" I screamed again, as I started shaking around uncontrollably, which frighten Sam. I felt a splash of water hit my cheeks and I noticed it was Sam's tears that were falling down on me.

"Mercedes, hold on please." My vision started to fog up and my hearing became my only asset I could use to figure out what was happening around me.

"Why hasn't she stopped bleeding? The tourniquet should have helped." Puck's voiced sound firm but worried at the same time.

"What's taking the paramedics so long?" I heard my soul sister; Quinn's voice livid.

"I'm calling her parents." Rachel was heard the loudest and her voice cracked about halfway into her statement.

"This is all my fault." My sweet porcelain was blaming himself over this. This wasn't his fault.

"Sam. Sam." I felt his hands touch my cheek and he started caressing it.

"I'm here Mercedes. I'm here." I started smiling at a blurry vision of him, as the background steadily began getting dark.

"Sam. I…love you. I've always have. I'm sorry for causing you so much pain. Please forgive me." I started sobbing quietly as he moved his head in a disapproving manner.

"No…shh. No, Mercy. Don't…forgive me for pressuring you. I didn't think through the situation straight, but please…please don't leave me." Sam bend down and joined out foreheads together. His tears kept hitting my face like small snowflakes on a winter morning.

"Sam…I…lo…ov-" I started watery my dry lips bit I had given up all I could give. The darkness began to quicken in my vision and my eyelids began getting heavy and harder to keep open. I exhaled slowly and closed my eyes entirely, catching my name in the cries of my friends and of my life: Sam.


So...did you get the idea? Do you know who the shooter is? I really hope you guys like it!