My heart accelerated as I hear footsteps echo in the hallway. I hear a faint cry from a student in the front of the classroom as I back even more into the hidden corner. I shut my eyes a gun shot echoes through the hallway and a scream is abrubtly cut. Someone sniffled, someone cried out, someone sobbed. The teacher looks at us in misery knowing her last minutes may be spent in a classroom full of adolcent, immature teenagers. The door slams open, my heart stops. A voice laughs and a gun shots echo like a song throughout the classroom. Screams erupt all around and are cut off as fast as they start. The stench of blood is evident in the room, I don't dare open my eyes and see the mess lying before me. I hear footsteps step torwards me. I can't breathe. My hearts leaps when I feel someone grab my arm and lift me off the ground. I open my eyes slowly, looking up at the man who caused this. His blue eyes sparkle and I know he's smiling behind his mask.