..."Huh?" she asked looking over at Conrad with confusion. Then were was a big groan and creak of metal. More water fell from the ceiling. "What the hell" Tino said as he stood up brushing the water off. Another creak and then the giant air conditioner fell from the ceiling. It crushed Tino's body to the floor, splattering pieces of him all over the room. A lot of blood and organs and such splattered onto the girl still who now had dropped the can of scissors as she stood screaming. "Jesus Christ!" said the teacher running out of the room to get help. All the students were screaming and had gotten out of their seats and ran past Conrad out the door. Conrad just stared. He could have stopped it. He could see part of Tine's bloody hand sticking out from under the machine. It looked deflated. He looked around the room. There were pieces of Tino everywhere. On the chalkboard, the paintings, the desks, on Conrad. The girl dropped to her knees and started bawling. She landed in the water that had come out of the air conditioner. She continued crying, "Was this my fault?" she asked Conrad as she wiped her tears away. "No, not at all" he said. "I didn't even know him, but I was right there when he died, I could have died, I also feel like I could have prevented it," she said. "What's you name?" he asked. "Heather" she said wiping away the tears. "Come on" Conrad said, lending out his hand. "You know," she said standing up. "This isn't the first time I almost died." Conrad stopped and stared at her. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well about a week ago I was in the city getting on a subway. And I was getting in the first car when I heard some screaming and some guy yelling the train was gunna crash" she explained. Conrad stood with his mouth open. "I am so crazy about that kind stuff I didn't get on it, then it really did crash." She picked a piece of skin off her shirt that had stuck there. "You know that guy that was screaming, that was me," he said. "What? Are you seri-" she started, but then she took a step forward and slipped on some blood. She fell backwards and her neck landed right on the cutting line of the open paper cutter. "Shit" she said. As she held he weight with her arms behind her. "Little help?" she asked. Conrad carefully walked over to her and grabbed her waist to pull her up when there was a groan and then a POP sorta of noise coming from the ceiling. They both looked up and pipe came falling straight for Heather. It didn't hit her, but it hit the open cutter, which then sliced down, cutting Heather's head off. It rolled backwards and off the table. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!" he screamed again. He didn't know who he was screaming at, but he didn't realize why all these people had to die. And would he die soon too? He dropped on the floor in Tino's blood, but he didn't care. He just sat crying. Everyone around him seemed to be dying, even people he didn't know like Heather. The principle and some policemen came in and gasped at the horrific site. "Oh my god" said the teacher. "What happened to her!" he asked. "I don't know" Conrad said, still crying. "It just did." The policemen grabbed him and escorted him out while the bloody room rotted away with death.