The Gunman

A bang. A pop. A explosion. Whatever you choose to call it, made its way through a school, changing lives in an instant. A gunman had made his way to the shool, done with the years of torture and bullying. It was his time to make a statement. This story follows many different perspectives of the shooting going from parents, to victims, to survivors, and even to the shooter himself. Read the feelings of people trying to escape.


1. Prologue

The feeling of embarassment was horrid as I walked from the class room. All I could think was, "How could someone be so cruel? How could someone talk about me like that?" The bullying had to stop, it had to end. I couldn't live like that forever.

My parents told me later that night that it was just high school. It would end, my peers would grow up. Soon, it would all be behind me. As if any of that would actually happen. My parents might have thought they were helping, but the truth was, they were making it worse. Every time they said something meant to comfort me, they would only remind me of the time it took to do everything. Like get through high school. My brain couldn't hold the thought of another day. The stares I got, the words I heard. The pain had to end.

Days passed as I gathered the strength to do what needed to be done. I needed to kill myself, it would end what never should have begun. When the gun was to my head, and my farewell note written, that was when the thought hit me. Why should I have been punished for something I didn't do? A crime I didn't commit? All I did was go to school, try to learn. I wasn't my fault, it was theirs, my peers, my classmates. Even the teachers. I hadn't done anything.

It was easy for me to slip my fathers gun into his closet without him noticing. It was just as easy for me to drive to the bank and pull out some money. Nobody ever asked me what I was doing, nobody could have comprehended.

I found the black market without a problem, they had almost every gun, but I only needed a few. I waited weeks, and planned while I awaited the arrival of my guns.

When they came, I snuck them in my room and loaded them up, preparing for what was to come. The next day, everyone would pay. Not just the mean, the nasty, and the selfish, but everyone else as well. Everyone was horrible, it's just that some hid it better than others. It didn't matter through because soon, they would all be dead.


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