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Nightmares
Running for our lives our hearts feel like they’re going to explode
Hearing the loud bang of guns behind me
My two best friends holding my hands
Looking to my right I see a long endless hallway with lockers surrounding it
A terrified girl running out of the bathroom not making 5 feet
And next second I see blood and brains coming out of her head, leaving a scar in me forever
We finally reach the doorway out of that school that turned into hell within minutes
One of my friends lets go of my hand, she can’t keep up anymore
Bursting out of the doors we reach the cold, snowy, and beautiful outside
She comes out seconds after us soon reconnecting hands
I hear a ruckus at the doors looking behind my shoulder I see an emotionless and vacant eyed man
He raises his gun and pulls the trigger hitting my friend right in the neck
She falls to the ground face first blood coming out of her neck continuously onto the pure white snow
I smell the thick scent of blood and lead while watching her struggle to breathe
My muscles start to tense and the grip on my other friends hand tightens
And we start running again
Our adrenaline starts to fade and fear takes over
We both become weaker and weaker by the second
Both of us hear the loading of the gun
At the same time we both start to hyperventilate and look each other in the eye
Just waiting for the gun to claim its next victim
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