At about 10:30 on a Wednesday afternoon I had gotten out of class to take my regular pee break. As I turned the corner my ears were impaled by the sound of an alarm. It wasn’t a normal sounding alarm. Not like a fire alarm or one for a natural disaster. I was confused; the only other alarm would be for an intruder. My mind was racing, “oh s*** what if it IS an intruder alarm,” I said to myself. Is it a drill? No that’s stupid why would they have a drill when everybody’s already settled down in their classrooms, they do it to cause havoc. At that point I had really freaked myself out so I ran into the nearest door. Turns out it was my destination; the bathroom. I barged through the door locked it and locked all the stalls them trapped myself into one. All I could do was think, “Am I nuts? Is this really happening? Could I die? No I’m just over reacting. What the f*** is going on?” I sat there with my feet on the toilet, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I looked up I saw something etched into the stall. It was a phone number. Why did it look so familiar? “Oh my god it’s my number” I whispered. It was weird because I’d always go in that bathroom and I’ve never seen that before. It must have been new. Underneath the number read psychopath. “Who the ef” but before I could finish my sentence I heard a thump at the door, not a knock a thump. My body froze and my heart beat faster, you know like it would if you were in a scary movie and you were in a closet hiding from the bad guy. That’s exactly how I felt. It was silent, just the thump and silence. I didn’t hear any footsteps so I just sat there in total fear. “Oh my god what if someone’s right outside the door just waiting to break it down? What if they find me? Who’s they?” is all that kept running through my mind. It felt like a good 5 minutes before I heard a scream and a gunshot, and many following that. My body began to shake, and my heart sunk into my belly. I felt disgusted; I’ve never heard anything like this before and I was scared and all alone. I started thinking of all the ways I could get my ass out of the bathroom and away from school. All the thoughts came flooding in, how many intruders were there? Who was it? Why was this happening? Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. Maybe I was going crazy I mean it did say psychopath underneath my number. But I couldn’t just be hearing things like this, that’s impossible. I sat there waiting and waiting but waiting for what? What if no one shows up? What if everyone’s gone? Nervously I bit my nails down to the beds and went through all the outcomes in my mind. After what seemed to be 25 minutes (which felt like a good 3 hours) I heard police sirens outside of the school. In my head I thought if they’re here then I’m ok. Slowly taking my feet off the toilet I opened the stall door. I gradually tip-toed my way to the big bathroom door and unlocked it, trying to be as quiet as possible. I slowly pushed the door open but it wouldn’t budge. I pushed harder to find a teacher propped against the door lying in a pool of blood. All this time he was lying there and I was just sitting in the bathroom. My entire body was filled with horror and guilt. I didn’t know him, but I held him in my arms. My eyes were clouded with tears when I saw many figures head towards me. As I wiped the tears away I saw the big vests and shiny badges, but that wasn’t it. There were two boys with guns standing on the other end of the hallway, the policemen didn’t know, they were covered by another wall. I yelled out STOP STOP but they kept charging. As soon as the policemen were un-covered by the wall the two kids raised their guns and started shooting. The sound of the booms will forever haunt me. One body after another hit the floor with a loud thump. The shots were so loud and the bodies piled up. I put my head down but not soon enough. Once the shots had been fired a whole other crew came charging towards the two boys. The boys knew it was over, they gave each other one last nod and took their own lives. With my head down I started to sob. So many deaths in one day, so many bodies with no souls and there was nothing I could do about it. The other crew rushed everyone to the ambulance. They wrapped me in a blanket and put me in the back of a cop car. The rest is a hazy blur, I don’t know if I can’t remember or if I just choose to forget.