This is a slightly disturbing one-shot that I thought of a while ago, but only just got around to writing.

This is set about 7 years in the future and is written in Grace's point of view.

I sat on the bed and sighed deeply, being back in Holby was stressful and nerve-racking for me but it was better than the alternative. To stay in America made me fear for my life, I had been suffering with panic attacks for 2 months now, and I couldn't take it anymore. It had been 2 months since the school shooting, back in New York, and I still remember it as if it was just yesterday.

I ran from the library where I had been studying for my chemistry test the following day when I heard screaming coming from around the corner. I was temporarily confused until I heard the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot. It came twice before my body forced me to run in the opposite direction of the sound. I arrived at a junction in the corridors and considered my next turn before I heard another scream followed by a gunshot. I ran left as fast as I could. I continued to run through the halls of the school until I was stopped by the most annoying boy in school.

"Running in the school hallway, huh?" He sneered at me, the girl who never fit in, "That's a detention." He loved his job as a hall monitor as it gave him more power to shout at students and push them around for no reason, other than to make their lives a misery. He seemed to take longer than usual to write the slip, and I was desperate to get out of the building to safety.

He tore the paper off his pad and handed it to me before stepping aside to let me past. I continued down the hall for a short while at a steady pace, my legs shaking, until I got far enough away that I could carry on running out of the school door.

I should have told him that his bad attitude was the reason he had no friends. I should have told him that he was an annoying good-for-nothing guy with no more importance than anyone else at the school. I should have told him that the reason I was running was because there was a gunman just around the corner.

But I didn't.

He didn't get out of there alive, and I know it was my fault. I've been blaming myself for 2 whole months and it's causing me to have panic attacks and I haven't been able to attend school at all since that day.

Moving back to Holby was partially my idea and partially my mum's idea. I knew that I was losing sleep just with the thought that another gunman could harm me or someone close to me. My dad paid for the tickets as he understood why I wanted to leave, although he had tried to assure me many times that it wasn't my fault that Jack died, and I was on a plane back to Holby 2 days later.

I'm living back with my mum now, at least temporarily, and we plan to find me a new school in Holby for me to attend for my final year of high school. But no matter what happens, I will always live with the guilt that I feel responsible for the death of a teenage boy.

Again, written during maths class. I've had a really bad week and writing has not been on the top of my list of priorities so updates are not regular at the moment (for anyone who reads my other stories) so I apologise.

Hope you thought that this was good, although it is quite dark. Thanks for reading.