Columbine Chapter 7 What are you doing?
Eric looked at the black kid, and said something I promised myself I would never repeat. Then he shot the black kid and laughed. I laughed too and shot the other jock, who had shoved me in the lockers so many times before. Eric got up and I noticed the third one wasn't dead. I didn't say anything. He looked at me, with his friend's blood on his face. I lifted my gun and took aim, when I heard someone yell. "What are you doing!" I looked over at a girl hiding under the table. "Just killing people." I replied, as I walked to the other end of the library.
We looked out the library window; the parking lot was filled with cops and the SWAT team. "Let's shoot some cops." Eric said. We began to shoot out the window and they began to shoot at us, but no one was hit.
We went back to shooting those in the library, and it became hard to miss people. I had lost count of how many Eric had. At lease 20, was my guess. Eric stopped what he was doing and came up to me. "C'mon" He said. As we began to head towards the exit of the library where we had entered, we passed by the black kid's body again. "Look at his brains!" He laughed. I began to feel nauseous again, but smiled at him and pretended to laugh.
We walked out of the library, down the hall, when we saw a teacher, running away. Coach Sanders, the football coach. Within a second of seeing him, Eric raised his gun and shot him. He fell flat on his face and didn't move.
We walked down the stairs to the cafeteria, where so many people had already evacuated. I could still see some left under the tables. Eric opened the blue duffle bag and took out one of the bombs we had made the week before. He handed it to me. Without a word, I lit it and threw if to the middle of the cafeteria. Within 5 seconds, it went up in flames. I saw a can of coke on the table and took a sip. Who cares if I were to get sick or mono or some shit like that; I'll probably be dead within the next hour.
We shot a few bullets across the room, when Eric got down on one knee, and took aim like he had recently done at the shooting range. When that got boring, we headed back to the library to see how many people we had killed.
As we walked down the halls, we looked into classrooms, just to see if there was anyone we needed dead that we might have missed. We looked in the windows and a few people looked back at us. "Holy fuck, they're all scared shitless. We've done our job." Eric said as we kept walking.
As we were heading back, we passed by the bathroom. "Come out," Eric said. "We know you're in there." We both laughed. We never entered the bathroom; we just wanted to scare them. That's all this is, right? A big scare, teaching them a lesson of two.
We turned the corner, re-entering the library. It was empty. Everyone had left, except those who were shot. The blood was everywhere. I began to realize what we had done. I began to sweat and my tears reappeared.