Perhaps All Of It Was Mine

The shooter kicked the door open and we all screamed. Everet wept in my arms as he winced with pain from the stray bullet. I wiped away my tears expecting them to be my last, but the shooter grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the classroom. He pulled me through my teacher's blood, through the shattered glass on the floor, and the bullet casings. I caught a glimpse of my classmates, the ones that were alive, and they watched me leave with horror in their eyes. I had managed to send my mother an "I love you" message when I heard the first gunshots. Just like in the drills before we locked the door, turned the lights out and got under our desks. But the shooter was a student, and he knew the drill. I didn't know where he was taking me or why he chose me, but he lifted my limp body and put it in the trunk of what I guessed to be his car. I heard yelling behind me, and two more gunshots. The shooter grabbed his gun and swung it around, but another shot was fired and this time it penetrated his skull. His blood stuck to my face, I inhaled with my mouth because of all the blood that covered my nose. I screamed, cried, and yelled. I was touched gently by a large hand, the blood was wiped away from my eyes and I saw a man with a helmet on that read "SWAT." I cried with releif and jumped into his arms. Time flew by fast, before I could take another breath I was placed into an ambulance and driven away. I opened my eyes to see the white walls of a hospital, and I was surrounded by my family, it was everything but peaceful. My father was screaming, my mother crying, the doctor yelling, and I, panicking. My eyes bounced around the hallway looking for something to find peace in. The painting of a flower zoomed by, a nurse wearing a blue shirt passed me, and the voices of my family faded away. I opened my eyes again and saw a mask approach my mouth, I took one deep breath and blinked long enough to have a nightmare. My heavy eyelids opened reluctantly, and again I was accompanied by my family, this time peaceful. Mother looked at me endearingly and touched my face, "I love you too." I wanted to form words but my mouth wouldn't allow it, I tried to lift my hand but my arm said no. I laid in the presense of many but touched by one. I looked up to see a metal cover over my bed, and I looked down to see nothing but a sheet. I took another breath and the sheet was placed over my face. I wanted to scream again, "No! I am alive! It is November 5th 2018 and I am alive!" My bed suddenly felt like cold metal, and soon the coldness spread throughout my body, my eyes got heavier and I exhaled one last time. I heard a door open and the fading sound of muffled crying. "Please don't leave me here," I whimpered. I didn't want to die, in fact tomorrow would have been my first time to vote, I was so excited. I hope Everet is ok, there was so much blood, perhaps some of it was mine... Perhaps all of it was mine.