I don't know how it all happened. The screams of my classmates haunt the back of my mind to this day. The smell of the school still lingers. How I survived will always be a mystery.
When All Is Quiet.
Running is the word that constantly plays through my head. When I'm at the grocery store, or even just sitting in my own home. It's been 2 years since the shooting.
My therapist has labeled it as PTSD. I still wake up in a cold sweat from just the simple sound of my mom knocking on my door.
I perish the thought of even closing my eyes, terrified that when I open them I'll see Sophies' body. I layed in her blood as the sound of bullets ricocheted throughout the school's hallways. The sobs of wounded students as they prayed to God begging, and apologizing for all the sins they have committed if he just let them live this one time. One girl reached for her phone to tell her mom and dad; "I'm sorry for not saying I love you, I might not make it out of here...I love you mom and dad ," labored breathing of those surrounding me as the life faded from their eyes. Then, all went quiet.
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When All is Quiet
General FictionA girl must face her past trauma, when a strange man on the street asks "If you could change anything about your past, what would you change?", She replied with a bone chilling answer, "Save my friends.", and soon she would find herself back at her...
