A/N: Sorry if I confused people with not saying whose P.O.V it was in the last chapter. So, I'm going to tell you whose P.O.V it is from now on.
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Chapter Seven: In the Bathroom
-LILLY'S P.O.V-
I jumped and covered my ears as I heard more gunshots. Tears started to fall down my cheeks. I wasn't sure if anyone of my friends were safe. Lucas was the only guy in here. I could tell he was trying not to cry as he tried to calm down all us girls.
Heh, even through all this, I just realized that Lucas was pretty hot. The way his long brown hair fell into his blue eyes was amazing.
"We're all going to die. We're all going to die" a girl whispered. She was sitting on the floor next to me.
"No, we're not. I'll keep you protected as well as I can" Lucas said as he leaned against the bathroom door. "If the person. . .or persons come in here, I'll do whatever I can to get the gun out of their hands."
"Brave words" I said quietly. Lucas stared hard at me, causing me to shiver. I knew why he was trying to be brave.
"But, what if we all get shot?" another girl asked, she was crammed underneath the row of sinks. Lucas hesitated before replying.
"Pray to god that you will live. But, if you do get shot and you don't die. Don't scream or whimper or cry. Just lean over and pretend you're dead. They won't shoot you again" Lucas replied quietly.
"You seem to know everything to do" another girl commented. Lucas sighed.
"I was in a school shooting at my old school. Nearly took my life. A bullet went through my back and punctured a lung" Lucas replied, staring off into space. "You all know my twin, Melody?" Some of the girls nodded, I was included. "I was separated from her then. Same as this time. We were friends with the shooter. Melody has never been the same since. It was kind of her fault that our friend started shooting."
"Why?" I asked in a whisper. I could hear the pain in Lucas' voice, but I wanted to hear the whole story.
"He liked her. . .a lot. To get the person she liked jealous, she pretended to date him. He thought it was real. . .until he found out the truth. He brought a gun to school, looking for my sister, and would shoot anybody that got in his way" Lucas replied, shaking his head.
"Did anything happen-?"
Lucas cried out as the door was kicked in. He slammed into the wall behind the door and let out a muffled cry as the door was slammed into him. The girls started screaming when they saw the boy walk in, the gun in his hands.
I got to my feet and threw myself into a stall. I slammed the door shut and huddled in a corner, my feet off the floor. I heard slams to my right and left and knew that some people took my lead. My tears came harder as I heard the gunshots and the screams of fear and pain. 'Please god. Let me get out this alive' I thought as I saw the blood splatter on the ground.
I jumped as bullets were shot through the door of my stall and the ones around me. I clapped my hand over my mouth as I felt a stinging pain in my side. I looked down and saw the bullet hole in the wall. The bullet only grazed my side. Minutes later, which was actually seconds, the gunshots stopped and I heard footsteps leave the room and disappear down the hall.
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-LUCAS'S P.O.V-
I looked at all of the girls that were sitting on the bathroom floor. Their tear streaked cheeks and wide eyes reminded me of my sister. She's been really jumpy ever since the last school shooting we were in. I don't know how she'd be getting by right now. But, I could feel that she was ok. I locked eyes with Lilly and then quickly looked away.
She reminded me of Melody. . .the same face, the same soft eyes, the same voice. Only. . .she was. . .different somehow. Melody wouldn't trust the first person she met. Lilly did. I still can't figure out why. But, damn, was she hot.
I heard whispering and looked over at the girls. Most of them were either holding hands or had their arms wrapped around their knees and were staring at their feet. The whispering gradually got louder.
"We're all going to die. We're all going to die."
At first I didn't say anything. Then, I got really annoyed. I let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the bathroom door. I figured that I could keep the shooter out if I kept my weight against it.
"No, we're not. I'll keep you protected as well as I can" I said with a sigh. "If the person. . .or persons come in here, I'll do whatever I can to get the gun out of their hands."
"Brave words" Lilly said quietly. I blinked. It seemed as if she was challenging me. I hard at her, causing her to shiver. It was slight, but I still noticed it. I grinned to myself at the thought
"But, what if we all get shot?" another girl asked. I turned to see where the voice came from; she was crammed underneath the row of sinks.
"I. . .Well-" I hesitated. 'What did I do at my old school when I got shot' I thought, tapping my fingers against the wall next to me. I swallowed heavily before replying.
"Pray to god that you will live. But, if you do get shot and you don't die. Don't scream or whimper or cry. Just lean over and pretend you're dead. They won't shoot you again" I replied quietly.
"You seem to know everything to do" another girl commented. I sighed heavily, all the memories coming back to me. I think these girls had a right to know what happened.
"I was in a school shooting at my old school. Nearly took my life. A bullet went through my back and punctured a lung" I replied, staring off into space. I couldn't look at anyone, especially Lilly. If I did I was pretty sure I would start crying. "You all know my twin, Melody?" Some of the girls nodded. Yeah, Melody was kind of popular. "I was separated from her then, same as this time. We were friends with the shooter. Melody has never been the same since. It was kind of her fault that our friend started shooting." I cringed at the last sentence I said.
"Why?" Lilly asked in a whisper.
"He liked her. . .a lot. To get the person she liked to be jealous, she pretended to date him. He thought it was real. . .until he found out the truth. He brought a gun to school, looking for my sister, and would shoot anybody that got in his way" Lucas replied, shaking his head.
"Did anything happen-?"
I screamed in surprise as the door was kicked open. I hit the wall and screamed again as the door hit me. I heard a crack and felt blood start to dribble out of my nose. I winced when I heard the gunshots and the girls screaming. I heard the doors to some stalls slam shut and lock. Taking their lead, I rushed out from behind the door and threw myself into the nearest stall. I closed the door and locked it.
Tears fell down my cheeks as I heard the screams of pain and fear. I leaned against the wall and cried silently. I cried about the face that I couldn't save these girls, I cried about not knowing where my sister was or if she was safe, I cried about being in this predicament. 'Why me, God? Why me?' I thought, wiping at the tears and blood on my face.
I let out a chocked sob as a bullet went through the door to my bathroom stall. I felt a stinging pain in my leg and closed my eyes. I reached down with my hand and felt my leg. I didn't feel a hole. The bullet grazed me. I covered my mouth with my hand and heard footsteps leave the bathroom and disappear down the hall.
I quietly opened the stall I was in and crept out. Some of the girls were on the floor. Some of their eyes were open and some of them were closed. Blood was everywhere. I went over to each of them and felt their pulse. I cursed under my breath. They were all dead.
I heard more stalls open up and the other girls quietly got out. One girl was limping, another was holding their arm. Lilly was holding onto her side. They were crying.
"Are you all right? Sorry about. . .not helping" I said quietly. I felt as if this was all my fault.
"I got shot in the leg" one girl whispered.
"Arm" another girl mumbled
"The bullet just grazed me side" Lilly replied. I nodded. "Lilly, could you help me with something?" I could feel the blood drain backwards down my throat. I coughed and it splattered onto my shirt.
"Sure?" she said more as a question.
"You guys wait here and check again if any of them are alive" I said to the other two girls. They nodded as I pulled Lilly into a stall and locked it behind me.
"What are you-?"
"I need to reset my nose. I know that it's broken" I replied quickly. Lilly made a face.
"It does look pretty bad" she said. I nodded.
"Yeah, I know. So, I'm going to snap it back into place and I know that it's going to hurt. I need you to flush the toilet over and over again until I stop screaming" I replied.
"But, what if that. . .dude. . .hears the toilet flushing and comes back to shoot us?" Lilly demanded. I raised an eyebrow in reply.
"I'll take that risk. Just do this for me please" I said, shaking my head.
"Lucas-"
"Please! Please, Lilly!" I cried, putting my hands on her shoulders and shaking her.
"All right, all right. Just get off me" Lilly cried, slapping at my wrists.
"Thanks. On 3, ok?" I said, putting my hands lightly on the sides of my nose.
"Got it" Lilly replied, nodding. She put her hands on the flush handle of the toilet.
"1. . .2. . .3" I slowly counted.
I squeezed my eyes shut and snapped my nose back in place. Lilly flushed the toilet as tears came to my eyes. I opened my mouth and screamed. I jumped up and down, holding onto my nose and waited for the pain to ease up. Lilly cringed and continued flushing the toilet.
I opened my eyes and pulled my hands away, wiping the last bit of blood. I raised my hand and Lilly stopped flushing the toilet. I sucked in deep breaths of air as my nose throbbed. I wiped away my tears and smiled at Lilly.
"Easy as pie" I said in a strained voice. Lilly's mouth twitched into a smile and she laughed quietly. I opened the stall of the bathroom and walked out. "Any of them alive?"
"No" the girl who got shot in the arm said quietly.
"Damn it. OK, the police should be here by now. We should be headed towards one of the nearest exits" I replied, hanging my head.
"It won't do us any good. I heard some people talking and they said that the shooter or shooters chained up every exit to this school so no one could get in and no one could get out" the girl who got shot in the arm said bitterly. . .