Chapter 2: Inescapable
Screams capable of waking the dead... a solitary shot... a body crumbles... blood as hot as fire... a plea... skin like ice...
The sound of a bullet tearing its way through flesh and bone awakened me out of the dead of sleep. Taking in the familiar surroundings of my room my breath eased and I fumbled through the darkness for the lamp perched on my bedside table. The onslaught of florescent bulbs left me temperarily blind but I didn't dare close my eyes again.
It was at that moment that I knew the horrific events of that day would plague me as nightmares until the day I died. Nightmares, that seemed about right. There wasn't a better word to describe that day. Nearly two weeks ago my boyfriend snapped. He brought a gun to school, shot a student, and in the end was killed as well. No one cared that Rick had been bullied ruthlessly and even now that he was-
In a fit of blind rage I grabbed one of my pillows and hurled it across the room where it landed on my dresser and sent something crashing to the floor. Groaning beneath my breath, I willed myself to my feet and inspected the damage. Avoiding the shattered glass on the wood floor I cradled the broken picture frame that held our picture. It had been a time when he was my crutch, when I could confide anything and everything to him.
It seemed so long ago.
The weight in my heart seemed to spread through my entire being, and with my legs quivering, I sunk to my knees. It no longer seemed to matter that a piece of glass could impale me; in truth that was the least of my worries, my all ready blood shot eyes burned as hot tears formed, gathered, and slid down my sunken cheeks. In the pale light I curled into a ball and drew my legs to my chest, but the comfort I so craved never came. It never would. There I would lay and shed silent tears 'till it was no longer possible to cry.
I had never been so...
depressed
hollow
enraged
alone
betrayed...
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