Dear Journal,
I feel alive, invigorated, like I've been born again. Last night I had an epiphany. It came to me as I was watching the Ellen DeGeneres show. That woman is legend. William Schuester is deaf. Ahh yes, it all makes sense now journal. The -
BANG
Sue jumped and slammed her journal shut. "God damn kids" she muttered as she threw her chair back and thundered out of the office. She had spent seven hours supervising the cheerio's last Tuesday as they'd crammed the confetti back into those canisters after she had set them off for dramatic effect whilst speaking to Will one time a couple of weeks back. Of course she now knew it had all been in vain because the mop head was deaf but back then she had considered herself a genius. She raced towards the gym, there was no way those tricksters would get away with this and, what's more, she already knew who'd be behind it. Noah Puckerman. That kid was always pulling stunts like this. She couldn't help but grin because when she found Puckerman covered in gold stars she was going to have him expelled. Or at least banned from performing in that rotten club. She burst through the double doors of the gymnasium whilst performing a karate chop midair "AHA!" she yelled as she kicked the doors open. She landed and took up the stance of a bull; Noah Puckerman wasn't getting out of here alive. She looked around the room and ...stopped. There was no one in here. From where she stood sue surveyed the room, there wasn't even a spot of glitter on the polished wood floor.
Her head flicked to the right, the canisters were sitting there. Untouched. Unmoved. Un-exploded. Sue heard screaming and what sounded like a stampede above her head. The ceiling shook.
"Oh fuck" She whispered before racing from gym. Kids were swarming the corridors, pushing and pulling one another aside. Screaming, shouting, crying and blocking the corridor completely. "MOVE!" She shouted as she pushed her way through them and gripped the bannister rail for support. She climbed the stairs.
Sam Evans couldn't breathe. He was being squashed by people pushing and shoving to reach the ground floor first. He could hear names being called and pleas being shouted but he couldn't think beyond Mercedes. He didn't even where she was and he'd lost Mike somewhere outside of the History department. He seen Sue squeezing her way up the stairs and tried to shout her. She was going the wrong way. She was going to get shot. He struggled to get to her but his attempts were in vain. Students rammed into him and sent him flying forwards.
Sue made it to the top struggling to breathe. The stair case was clearing below her; she looked down as the last of the kids turned toward the gym and silently prayed the kids would have the brains to lock the doors. She surveyed the corridor and took off a run towards the principal's office. She knew Mr Figgins had a gun hidden in the bottom draw of the filing cabinet. Well, okay, she didn't know that for sure but she was damn well hoping he did. She slowed down when she reach the office and froze. She was looking into the barrel of a gun.
"Oh Sue...Oh God...I...Sue" Emma lowered the gun, her hand shaking violently. Her eyes were as big as saucers and she had two teenagers behind her.
Emma had been organizing pamphlets when she'd heard a bang followed by screams. She'd felt instantly afraid and she'd sat rigid for a few seconds before her brain had begun to function. The bang, the screams; she knew what was happening and she couldn't just hit here and do nothing. The children needing protecting and she was a guidance counselor. He eyes filled with tears at the realization that she had to step outside of her little glass box and into the unknown where any number of gruesome things could be waiting for her.
The hallway was clear by the time she left her office which was situated on the first floor. She stood in the silence for a second, flexing her hands whilst keeping her whole bode tense and still. She knew she was breathing too loud. She had to keep quiet and do something, but what? She didn't have anything to protect herself with. Her brain knew where she needed to go. She needed to go left. She needed to run down the corridor, turn right, head down the steps and find Will. He'd be in his class room because that's where he always was at this time. Teaching. Yes. Yes, that's what she needed to do. Will would know what to do, he'd keep everyone safe. She made a tentative step in that direction but her legs refused to carry her and she fell to the floor.
"Miss Pillsbury?"
"Puck, come on!"
"We can't leave just her"
Emma heard the voices and opened her eyes to see Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman. Santana was tugging Pucks arm.
"Wha- what happened?" Emma asked as Puck helped her to her feet
"The school failed to protect us, that's what" spat Santana still tugging at Pucks arm
"There's a mad man waving a gun about" added puck.
"Where is everyone?" Emma stuttered
"Dunno. We're going to Figgins'. Puck recons he's got a gun." Santana made to leave
"We're gonna find that son of a bitch and shoot his head off-" Puck said to Miss Pillsbury
"and I'm gonna find Brit" Santana called over her shoulder
Emma listened to the teens and felt her stomach drop. They were so naive. It hurt her to look into their youthful faces and hear the goo coming from their mouths. They had no idea what they were up against. They probably saw this a bit of excitement, some drama instead of the dull routine. Emma felt bile rise to her throat. She couldn't in good faith allow these kids to wonder the school alone. She just couldn't. Puck began walking away towards Santana and Emma turned and followed them in the direction of the principal's office.
When the sounds of screaming kids drifted through the school and into Mr Schue's class room he had asked the class to be silent and he'd left to see what the commotion was all about. He had returned less than one minute later white as a sheet and had told everyone to get under their desks. Kurt resented having to crawl onto his knees. He was wearing a new outfit and the carpet had gum stains for crying out loud so he stayed seated as his class mates disappeared from view. Mr Schue locked the door and looked around the room as though he'd lost something. He wiped his brow and his eyes landed on Kurt.
"Kurt, get under the table"
Will was struggling to breathe; his heart was hammering so fast he thought he may be having a heart attack. He didn't know for sure but according to Mr. Rogers there was a gun man in the school and three shots had been fired. He rushed back to his class and ordered them to get under their desks. It wasn't the best place to hide and he knew that but the cupboard just wasn't big enough to house all nineteen of them. He paced up and down before bolting the door. The door was old and the lock was flimsy, it wouldn't hold long. He looked around for anything he could use to create a barrier and then he noticed Kurt still sitting at his desk.
"Kurt, get under the desk" he ordered with a firm voice and then he told everyone to be silent. He then got to work on dragging his solid desk towards the door. Oh shit he suddenly remembered Rachel and let go. He rushed towards the door, looked around the class room satisfied that everyone was under their desks
"Keep silent and do not move" he warned and he unlocked the door and ran towards the nearest bathroom.
Kurt sat in silence listening to growing whispers of his classmates.
"Do you think there's a gunman?"
"Yeah"
"Shut up. He said bequiet"
"Do you think anyones dead?"
"shhh"
"probably."
"shut up"
"oh my god hes coming"
"Shut up Cayla"
Kurt tried to block them out, he really did. He knew his class mates were being stupid. There was security in place. Men with guns couldn't just walk into schools anymore. Then why would mr Schue tell us to hide he questioned himself. He had to text Blaine because now his heart was racing and he was beginning to get very afraid.
R U OK? XXX
He sent the text but received no reply.
Blaine r u ok? Where r yu;? W
His fingers trembled as he typed but he didn't care, he just needed to know Blaine was safe. A couple of seconds later his phone went off. It was a text but it wasn't from Blaine.
R U OK?
It was Finn.
She has us under decks
Kurt text back fumbling with his keypad
STAY THERE. Finn relied and that was it. Kurt knew something terrible had happened and perhaps there was a gunman on the rampage. He dialed Blaine and held the phone to his ear
"Hello you've reached Blaine. I'm busy right now but leave a mess-" Kurt ended the call.
Dread filled his bones. What if Blaine was injured or …worse? What if he was calling for Kurt or looking for him and he was hiding under a damn desk? He crawled out from under his desk and ran out of the room. Gunman on the loose or not, he was going to find Blaine and he was going to keep him safe.
