Reflective Essay: Going To Die

I thought that I was going to die.

I thought it was my last day on this earth.

I heard the screams coming from the hall, the next door class rooms.

The graphic sounds had echoed throughout the hallway. The shots, the banging and smashing of doors, the petrified screams of death.

I could hear them.

Their depression.

Their terror.

Their pain.

I thought I was going to die. I was lucky, well as lucky as one could get in this terrifying situation.

He stalked towards us I peaked at him through the window, his bright blue eyes wide as all hell, they had a burning sensation. I will never forget those eyes. He turned his back on us, firing on the previous classes. We saw him, we looked him in the eyes, a murderer.

I could feel vibrations of the

I felt like a hammer had just hit me across the head. I wondered why such sudden pain? The only thing that really affected me was my shot. I gazed down at my leg and saw a bandage over my womb where I was shot. I reached for the bandage to pull it from my skin but my body was helpless, I had never experienced a greater pain. A feeling I will never forget, its like there’s no more gravity, leaving me to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going. It was like a rush of emotions, I was at my lowest point I was convinced I was going to die. No one else seemed to react the way I did to the drip. I saw everyone around me and suddenly it hit me I was blood hungry, someone spoke and all I could think about what how much I wanted to kill

I looked over my shoulder and the face seemed familiar the words I dreaded to hear. Despite having to change my image so that I would be unrecognisable for the first time I hear those words “aren’t you that shooter from many years ago?” I replied in a dull voice, “why do you ask?” A quick reply of curiosity that said “my brother was injured in that massacre, and survived. He has done wonderful things with his life since, even though there was no justice since we heard you never went to prison for it.” I paused a long pause and said “I’m about to walk my dog around the block if you want to join me and I will tell you the truth behind that day. I am happy to share it with you or you can wait until the documentary goes live on air in a year or so”. He insisted on walking with me as I walked the dog and so I began explaining the