Screams.
That's all I could hear. One second I was looking at Jace, the next I was being pushed against the lockers, not able to move.
"Code Red! Code Red!" The P.A system was going off. I could hear people crying, and slamming the doors shut. People were trying to get out of the school.
My heart was beating fast as I looked around the hall, it was emptying pretty fast, and once everyone was out of sight I saw a body lying down at the end of the hall.
I let out a gasp, my hand instinctively going to my mouth trying to hold back a sob as I looked at the body from where I was standing.
I could tell that it was a girl, and that she was dead. All that surrounded her was flyers that had been ripped off the walls, garbage that had been knocked out of the garbage cans, and blood. So much blood.
I could feel some of my break-fast coming up so I looked away, trying to hold it down.
I then noticed whoever the shooter was, was no where in this hall-way, and that this was my opportunity to find shelter. To hide from this maniac and survive this.
I wondered the hall-ways trying to keep quite.
The hall-ways were messy, blood, garbage, shoes, open lockers. But nobody was insight.
'Of course Clary, their in hiding stupid.' I chastised myself, while rolling my eyes.
I stopped at the end of a corner, carefully looking down it to make sure no one was there.
When I noticed no one was, I looked behind me making sure I was alone, and then made my way down the other hall.
I knocked on a door, I could hear heavy breathing, and someone trying to hold in sobs. I'm sure they weren't the only one crying. I didn't want to tell them it was me, because I could cause the shooter to come here, and I couldn't have someone's death on m conscious, so I continued on my way.
I started singing a song in my head my mother used to sing to me to calm me down whenever I woke up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare.
A girl who wore pig tails, wished she could fly.
She was a silly girl, who had dreams bigger then you and me.
But she promised her self she could make it real.
Then one day she got some terrible news.
A girl who used to wear pig tales, and wish she could fly.
Decided to take a life long sleep.
You would not believe this young girl dreams,
Because she ended up flying with many other kinds,
In a place special place called heaven.
Okay so maybe I shouldn't be thinking about a young girl who died and went to heaven, but the melody was calming, and I guess you could say my mom was messed up for singing me that song.
But I guess if I was about to die today, I'd have this song in mind…
Again, kind of creepy.
I was rounding a corner lost in thought when I felt something smother my mouth.
Panic shock through me, and as I tried to fight who ever was holding me hostage.
They dragged me into the Tech Room. I was screaming against his hand, but you couldn't really hear it. I tried biting his hand, but he pushed his hand harder on my mouth to stop me.
That's when I realized he was saying something to me.
"Clary, relax its me. Jace." I turned around and there he was. The last guy I wanted to spend the last day of my life with.
"Jace, what the hell are you doing here!" I yelled, then immediately his hand went to my mouth, slapping it a little hard and sushing me.
"Be quiet." he said harshly.
When I didn't say anything he removed his hand from my mouth looking at me angrily.
"What the hell were you thinking! Are you trying to get yourself killed." he lectured me. I just rolled my eyes at him.
"What on earth are you talking about Jace?" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes, and leaning against a desk in the process. This only seemed to make him angrier, and me more excited and happier.
"You do know someone has a gun in the school." he said.
"Really? And to think I could have been killed." I said.
"Good thing you were here to save me Jace." I said, again sarcastically, and running my hand down his arm.
A shock of electricity shot through my hand as it made contact with his arm, and immediately I snapped it back, and looked at Jace with a confused look, only to be met with the exact same look.
"What were you doing out there?" he asked, breaking up the awkwardness.
"Oh you know. Ditching class, going out for a morning stroll in the halls. You know the usual." I said back to my self.
"Now is not the time to be funny Clary. You could have been killed out there." he lectured me again.
"I'm a big girl Jace, I can handle myself." I said crossing my arms across my chest.
"Obviously not a very bright one." I heard him mumble under his breath. Which made me furious.
"Why did you have to sneak up on me. I could have been the shooter for all you know." I said, trying to get his insult out of my mind.
"I know you were the shooter, because your not capable of handling a gun, or killing anyone." he said as matter-of-factly.
"How do you know?" I challenged.
"Clary, I watched how you walk down the halls and trip on your own two feet. I notice how you can even hold two text books, let alone a pencil without dropping it. Face it, your not the killing type." he smirked.
"You don't know me." I said glaring at him. He just smirked and shrugged his shoulders before saying,
"You'd be surprised."