Fatal: Part 1 (The First Snow)

Chapter 8 (Trigger Warning)

Matthew swallows, "Do you know how to get outside from here?"

Lonny nods, "I w-want my mom."

Matthew nods in return, "Then go. I'm sure your mom is outside waiting for you."

Matthew points his gun at everyone and guides Lonny to the door. He opens it and she steps out.

"Turn that way and go straight. The police are going to come to you when you walk out but don't be scared, okay? You're gonna be okay..."

Lonny wipes the tears from her face and nods, "Th-Thank you." She says before slowly and shakily walking away.

Matthew swallows the lump in his throat and fights back tears before shutting the classroom door and resuming.

"As I was saying...Now you know what it's like for me and McKayla every single day we come here."

"Who's McKayla?" The cheerleader asks.

"My sister." Matthew answers. He pauses.

"Do any of you know my name?" He asks, "Or am I just 'that one freak' to you? Am I just your punching bag?"

No one answers.

"Matt." The minority girl suddenly says, "Your name is Matt. We have German together."

"Yeah, and how long did it take for you to remember that?" Matthew asks, "What's my full name?"

No one answers.

"Matthew Lucas McClain." Matthew says, "If any of you make it out here alive - which is unlikely - you remember that name and you let it haunt you for the rest of your days. Next time you try to physically harm someone just because they're different than you, you remember my name and you remember that the freaks have feelings too. And sometimes, those feelings get too overwhelming and we begin to seek our revenge...Maybe it'll teach you to be a little nicer to people."

"We're sorry." The homecoming queen says.

"No you're not. You're just saying that because you hope I'll let you go."

"We've never done anything to you!" One of the nerds says.

"No...but even you would have someday."

"Matt, we really are sorry." The black boy says.

"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T MEAN IT! NONE OF YOU DO!" Matthew yells before aiming his gun again.

x

McKayla slowly opens the door. She looks out at the hallway. All of the doors were shut. The floors were scattered with a pool of books and papers and backpacks.

And blood.

No sign of a shooter, but that didn't mean that they weren't there. But McKayla had to at least try to get out while she still had energy.

McKayla opened the door the rest of the way. She gripped the doorknob as tight as she could, then pulled herself up and onto her good leg. McKayla took a deep breath, then let go of the doorknob and began to hop on one foot down the hall, trying to find an exit. She kept a hand on the lockers to her left to keep her balance. She was actually doing pretty well...

Until she saw a body.

McKayla then got scared and tripped over a backpack. She fell to the ground and landed hard on her knee. McKayla let out a yell of pain, but no one came to her aid.

McKayla swallows, then decides to go over to the body. Maybe they were still alive. Maybe they were just pretending to be dead to stay safe. Maybe they were hurt and couldn't move. Maybe McKayla could help them. Maybe they could help her.