Stay With Me...
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Delilah May
June 26, 2014
hour of school shooting.
My lips were pressed against Harry’s as my back was pressed, touching the cold, steel lockers as a lock slightly dug into my back, but I didn't mind it. “We have to get to class.” I mumbled in between kisses that made my heart flutter every single time, but knowing I am late to class made me uneasy.
Harry pulled his pink lips from my trembling ones as I wanted then back on mine, but we were already late to class. Harry sighed, “Fine, but we are going to finish this…” He then adjusted his backpack strap on his shoulder before continuing, “Later.”
A smirk played on his lips before the space between us got bigger. He took my hand in his as his thumb playfully fooled around with mine, making me feel more comfortable as I realized we were already 15 minutes late to class. “Mr. Smith is going to be mad.” I told him as we slugged up the stairs, not really rushing to class.
“It’s just a tardy,” He assured me, “It’s not a big deal, Love.”
I nodded my head before we turned down the hallway to were his classroom door was located in as the butterflies in my stomach swirled around, making me tense.
I never liked walking into class late, the thought of people all staring at me and judging me. What if I trip and embarrass myself or the teacher yells at me? These distressing thought made me want to skip class but I decided not to when I reminisced that the project was due today.
The door faced harry and I as he griped the handle with ease, as if he was used to coming to class late, as no anxiety ran though his mind like little ones at the park. The clicking sound caused me to tense up even more as I gripped Harry’s hand tightly, which caused him to turn around and face me with a confused look as he pulled the door open.
I heard chairs shuffle and silence broke Mr. Smith’s lecture as all eyes were now on harry and I as we entered the class room. “Glad you showed up,” Mr. Smith said with an odd smile spread on his face as his sapphire eyes then trailed down until he starred upon harry and I’s hands that were intertwined with one another before the look on his face seemed to drain before he looked away, quickly.
I gave him a slight nod, not really knowing what to do before he told us to take our seats. Mr. Smith started to lecture us on photography and his speech ended up tuning somewhat dark. He talked about death and our country that seemed to go off topic. “That’s why I’m doing this.” He said, I didn’t think anything of it. Maybe he meant it by that is why he assigned us this project… to take in life and cherish it.
“Everyone pull out your 25 photographs” He instructed before he scurried off to his desk as I noticed a big black duffel bag that was on the floor.
The bag made me wonder what was inside it, but I brushed it off as Mr. Smith began to talk again. I dazed in and out of his tedious, inadequate talking. I kept think what was in the bag, as if the bag captured me in a dream. More chemicals? Photo paper? Drugs? I let my wondering fall into an abyss of melodramatic things that could be in the bag before I reached into my own bag and pulled out my 25 semi-decent pictures.
Along with the bag I pulled out my journal or diary, whatever you want to call it and begun to doodle on the last page. The only time I stopped doodling was when Mr. Smith asked me to go to his desk and turn in the picture to him, as did everyone else before me. “Ms. May,” he spoke out, catching my attention. I gave him a confused look before he pointed to my pictures and motioned me to come to him. I felt my face turn pink before I slowly got out of my chair and walked towards him. I felt someone touch my back with a gentle trace before I turned around to see Harry giving me a warm smile.
I continued walking prior to facing the front of the class again. Mr. Smith seemed as if he was getting rather impatient with me before he reached down and unzipped the duffel bag, got a piece of paper out from it and then only zipped it up halfway. When I reached his desk he grabbed a pen and made a check by my name. “Thank you.” He simply said before I begun to walk away, but not until I got a glance of what was inside the bag.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I got a slight glance of what looked like a gun. I felt anxiety run over me before he gave me a look as if he was wondering what I was still doing at his desk. His eyes followed where I was looking at but I stopped looking and walked back to my desk.
No, that can’t be a gun. Maybe it a prop for theater class that he is going to let them borrow or just something that looked as if it was a gun. My mind ran crazy before I took a seat and looked at harry who looked back at me. Harry’s face filled with worry as he noticed the petrified look that was plastered on mine.
I looked down at my desk before I wrote the words “Mr. smith has a gun.” On a crisp white piece of paper that I tore from my journal without mercy before I passed it to the girl on my right .I then carefully instructed her to pass it and get it to Harry. "The guy with the curly hair." I told her as she didn't know who he was. The paper got into the hands of boy I never talked to before it got into the hands of Kim.
Kim never liked me, her and Harry had this thing going on since the first day he got here. I remember when harry told Gameboy guy to switch seat with her and they flirted a lot that day. I remember when she started to give me nasty looks because I "stole" harry away from her. Which I didn’t, but she never liked me since Harry and I started dating.
Kim looked at me before she dropped the note on the floor which caused me to go into a state of panic inside, but I bet on the outside I looked like a mess.
I raised my hand quickly, “Mr. Smith.”
His eyes quickly caught mine, “Yes, Delilah?” He asked as I felt all eyes on me once again before I spoke.
“C-Can I go to the bathroom?” I stuttered before I looked at Harry.
“Not right now, Ms. May.” He answered me before he grabbed the black duffel bag that was on the floor and placed it upon his desk, sending me into a state or fear.
“I really need to go,” I stated before I stood up in my seat and watched him unzip the bag all the way.
I could feel my eyes begin to fill with tears. Is this really the end? I felt people begin to mumble among themselves as I felt a tear slide down my cheek. “You have-“ I began to say before he pulled out the gun I saw in his bag just a few minutes ago. I watched him gently set it down on his desk before the room grew silent. He seemed as if this was an everyday thing. As if teachers always pull guns out in the middle of class all the time.
“I think you should sit down.” He told me with a smile of death that was on his lips before I followed his directions and sat back down in my seat with no hesitation.
I felt like he had complete control over me, like once he pulled out that gun it sent us all into a trance and we couldn't move and he was in charge. We just sat there in complete and utter shock. I looked at Harry whose face drained of color, he was biting down on his lower lip in fear as his foot tapped against the floor.
“Now,” Mr. Smith begun before he walked out from behind his desk and stroked the gun as if it was his most valuable thing in the whole world. “Everyone is going to cooperate.”
I looked around the room for any possible escape before he slammed his fist against one of the student’s desk who was crying and moving around in her seat. The loud noise made me and other girls scream before a girl begun to plead for him to stop this. “P-Please,” She cried, as the rest of us sat still in complete shock, “Don’t do this! I-I...” She begun to say but her attention was foiled by the boy who was brave enough to start running out of the room.
He would have been quick enough but opening the door slowed him down to where Mr. Smith sent two bullets into his back before the boy fell on the floor as his dark and sticky blood begun to spill onto the floor as I couldn't grasp what was happening in front of me.
The girl who was pleading begun to scream at the top of her lungs. Mr. Patterson yelled before he shot one bullet right to the middle of her forehead. Her head hit against the desk as her limp body just sat there. I stared at the now two dead bodies that were not even 7 feet away from me.
Everything was happening so fast before Mr. Patterson begun to pull at his hair before while his face turned red in frustration. “I didn't want to fucking do that!” He yelled as he seemed to be cringing to the sight of blood, “If everyone just fucking worked with me this will all be over quickly!” He screamed.
Harry begun to wipe his tears away from his face with his shirt that was clenched in his trembling hands.
I saw harry look at the two other guys that were left in the class room before they both nodded at each other.
‘No, harry don’t fucking get involved.’ I wanted to say but I couldn't or else that would bring Mr. Smith’s attention to harry which I didn't want what so ever.
I didn’t know what they were going to do before the guy who was closest to Mr. Smith, who was a football player who already had a scholarship to the college of he dreams, ran at Mr. Smith but Mr. Smith turned around and shot him in the shoulder, but that didn’t stop the guy from stumbling to him and knocking him down.
A lot of people took this opportunity to run out of the classroom but Mr. Smith begun to shoot at the door knocking three kids to the floor. Why isn’t anyone coming? Why isn’t anyone helping us or called the police? The football player then reached up to Mr. Smith’s hand that was clenching the gun as the boy pointed it up in the air and told everyone to run.
“Fucking run!” He boy cried before I scrambled out of my seat and ran out of the classroom with Harry and other students right behind me.
I ran down the hallway that seemed to have no end before I heard one gun shot and the voice of a man who I now despised yell out in anger. I took a turn down one hallway which I did that again until I found an empty classroom that seemed to be safe. I turned around to see if harry was behind me. I looked into the boy’s eyes who I loved. “In here.” I told him as I walked into the classroom and left the door open for Harry to enter.
Once we were in their no words we spoken between us, as if we didn’t know each other. Like we were strangers. “We have to get out of here.” He said as my eyes begun to adjust to the darkness within this room.
“No, harry stay here.” I begged.
“I’m going to go see if it’s clear.”
"Harry," I sobbed into my shoulder as we hid and tried to stay as quiet as we possibly could. "P-Please don't go..." I whimpered as he opened the classroom door quietly letting the hall light creep through the crack of the door. The sounds of gun shots and screaming echoed through the halls, tormenting him from stepping outside this what seemed to be safe English room, but he knew he had to at some point.
"It's going to be okay, baby. Trust me" Harry assured me as he softly kissed my forehead, trying to comfort me in any way he possibly could.
"Stay with me..." I silently begged as I tugged on his shirt, trying to pull him back as he opened up the door and slowly walked out.
Delilah May
June 26, 2014
hour of school shooting.
My lips were pressed against Harry’s as my back was pressed, touching the cold, steel lockers as a lock slightly dug into my back, but I didn't mind it. “We have to get to class.” I mumbled in between kisses that made my heart flutter every single time, but knowing I am late to class made me uneasy.
Harry pulled his pink lips from my trembling ones as I wanted then back on mine, but we were already late to class. Harry sighed, “Fine, but we are going to finish this…” He then adjusted his backpack strap on his shoulder before continuing, “Later.”
A smirk played on his lips before the space between us got bigger. He took my hand in his as his thumb playfully fooled around with mine, making me feel more comfortable as I realized we were already 15 minutes late to class. “Mr. Smith is going to be mad.” I told him as we slugged up the stairs, not really rushing to class.
“It’s just a tardy,” He assured me, “It’s not a big deal, Love.”
I nodded my head before we turned down the hallway to were his classroom door was located in as the butterflies in my stomach swirled around, making me tense.
I never liked walking into class late, the thought of people all staring at me and judging me. What if I trip and embarrass myself or the teacher yells at me? These distressing thought made me want to skip class but I decided not to when I reminisced that the project was due today.
The door faced harry and I as he griped the handle with ease, as if he was used to coming to class late, as no anxiety ran though his mind like little ones at the park. The clicking sound caused me to tense up even more as I gripped Harry’s hand tightly, which caused him to turn around and face me with a confused look as he pulled the door open.
I heard chairs shuffle and silence broke Mr. Smith’s lecture as all eyes were now on harry and I as we entered the class room. “Glad you showed up,” Mr. Smith said with an odd smile spread on his face as his sapphire eyes then trailed down until he starred upon harry and I’s hands that were intertwined with one another before the look on his face seemed to drain before he looked away, quickly.
I gave him a slight nod, not really knowing what to do before he told us to take our seats. Mr. Smith started to lecture us on photography and his speech ended up tuning somewhat dark. He talked about death and our country that seemed to go off topic. “That’s why I’m doing this.” He said, I didn’t think anything of it. Maybe he meant it by that is why he assigned us this project… to take in life and cherish it.
“Everyone pull out your 25 photographs” He instructed before he scurried off to his desk as I noticed a big black duffel bag that was on the floor.
The bag made me wonder what was inside it, but I brushed it off as Mr. Smith began to talk again. I dazed in and out of his tedious, inadequate talking. I kept think what was in the bag, as if the bag captured me in a dream. More chemicals? Photo paper? Drugs? I let my wondering fall into an abyss of melodramatic things that could be in the bag before I reached into my own bag and pulled out my 25 semi-decent pictures.
Along with the bag I pulled out my journal or diary, whatever you want to call it and begun to doodle on the last page. The only time I stopped doodling was when Mr. Smith asked me to go to his desk and turn in the picture to him, as did everyone else before me. “Ms. May,” he spoke out, catching my attention. I gave him a confused look before he pointed to my pictures and motioned me to come to him. I felt my face turn pink before I slowly got out of my chair and walked towards him. I felt someone touch my back with a gentle trace before I turned around to see Harry giving me a warm smile.
I continued walking prior to facing the front of the class again. Mr. Smith seemed as if he was getting rather impatient with me before he reached down and unzipped the duffel bag, got a piece of paper out from it and then only zipped it up halfway. When I reached his desk he grabbed a pen and made a check by my name. “Thank you.” He simply said before I begun to walk away, but not until I got a glance of what was inside the bag.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I got a slight glance of what looked like a gun. I felt anxiety run over me before he gave me a look as if he was wondering what I was still doing at his desk. His eyes followed where I was looking at but I stopped looking and walked back to my desk.
No, that can’t be a gun. Maybe it a prop for theater class that he is going to let them borrow or just something that looked as if it was a gun. My mind ran crazy before I took a seat and looked at harry who looked back at me. Harry’s face filled with worry as he noticed the petrified look that was plastered on mine.
I looked down at my desk before I wrote the words “Mr. smith has a gun.” On a crisp white piece of paper that I tore from my journal without mercy before I passed it to the girl on my right .I then carefully instructed her to pass it and get it to Harry. "The guy with the curly hair." I told her as she didn't know who he was. The paper got into the hands of boy I never talked to before it got into the hands of Kim.
Kim never liked me, her and Harry had this thing going on since the first day he got here. I remember when harry told Gameboy guy to switch seat with her and they flirted a lot that day. I remember when she started to give me nasty looks because I "stole" harry away from her. Which I didn’t, but she never liked me since Harry and I started dating.
Kim looked at me before she dropped the note on the floor which caused me to go into a state of panic inside, but I bet on the outside I looked like a mess.
I raised my hand quickly, “Mr. Smith.”
His eyes quickly caught mine, “Yes, Delilah?” He asked as I felt all eyes on me once again before I spoke.
“C-Can I go to the bathroom?” I stuttered before I looked at Harry.
“Not right now, Ms. May.” He answered me before he grabbed the black duffel bag that was on the floor and placed it upon his desk, sending me into a state or fear.
“I really need to go,” I stated before I stood up in my seat and watched him unzip the bag all the way.
I could feel my eyes begin to fill with tears. Is this really the end? I felt people begin to mumble among themselves as I felt a tear slide down my cheek. “You have-“ I began to say before he pulled out the gun I saw in his bag just a few minutes ago. I watched him gently set it down on his desk before the room grew silent. He seemed as if this was an everyday thing. As if teachers always pull guns out in the middle of class all the time.
“I think you should sit down.” He told me with a smile of death that was on his lips before I followed his directions and sat back down in my seat with no hesitation.
I felt like he had complete control over me, like once he pulled out that gun it sent us all into a trance and we couldn't move and he was in charge. We just sat there in complete and utter shock. I looked at Harry whose face drained of color, he was biting down on his lower lip in fear as his foot tapped against the floor.
“Now,” Mr. Smith begun before he walked out from behind his desk and stroked the gun as if it was his most valuable thing in the whole world. “Everyone is going to cooperate.”
I looked around the room for any possible escape before he slammed his fist against one of the student’s desk who was crying and moving around in her seat. The loud noise made me and other girls scream before a girl begun to plead for him to stop this. “P-Please,” She cried, as the rest of us sat still in complete shock, “Don’t do this! I-I...” She begun to say but her attention was foiled by the boy who was brave enough to start running out of the room.
He would have been quick enough but opening the door slowed him down to where Mr. Smith sent two bullets into his back before the boy fell on the floor as his dark and sticky blood begun to spill onto the floor as I couldn't grasp what was happening in front of me.
The girl who was pleading begun to scream at the top of her lungs. Mr. Patterson yelled before he shot one bullet right to the middle of her forehead. Her head hit against the desk as her limp body just sat there. I stared at the now two dead bodies that were not even 7 feet away from me.
Everything was happening so fast before Mr. Patterson begun to pull at his hair before while his face turned red in frustration. “I didn't want to fucking do that!” He yelled as he seemed to be cringing to the sight of blood, “If everyone just fucking worked with me this will all be over quickly!” He screamed.
Harry begun to wipe his tears away from his face with his shirt that was clenched in his trembling hands.
I saw harry look at the two other guys that were left in the class room before they both nodded at each other.
‘No, harry don’t fucking get involved.’ I wanted to say but I couldn't or else that would bring Mr. Smith’s attention to harry which I didn't want what so ever.
I didn’t know what they were going to do before the guy who was closest to Mr. Smith, who was a football player who already had a scholarship to the college of he dreams, ran at Mr. Smith but Mr. Smith turned around and shot him in the shoulder, but that didn’t stop the guy from stumbling to him and knocking him down.
A lot of people took this opportunity to run out of the classroom but Mr. Smith begun to shoot at the door knocking three kids to the floor. Why isn’t anyone coming? Why isn’t anyone helping us or called the police? The football player then reached up to Mr. Smith’s hand that was clenching the gun as the boy pointed it up in the air and told everyone to run.
“Fucking run!” He boy cried before I scrambled out of my seat and ran out of the classroom with Harry and other students right behind me.
I ran down the hallway that seemed to have no end before I heard one gun shot and the voice of a man who I now despised yell out in anger. I took a turn down one hallway which I did that again until I found an empty classroom that seemed to be safe. I turned around to see if harry was behind me. I looked into the boy’s eyes who I loved. “In here.” I told him as I walked into the classroom and left the door open for Harry to enter.
Once we were in their no words we spoken between us, as if we didn’t know each other. Like we were strangers. “We have to get out of here.” He said as my eyes begun to adjust to the darkness within this room.
“No, harry stay here.” I begged.
“I’m going to go see if it’s clear.”
"Harry," I sobbed into my shoulder as we hid and tried to stay as quiet as we possibly could. "P-Please don't go..." I whimpered as he opened the classroom door quietly letting the hall light creep through the crack of the door. The sounds of gun shots and screaming echoed through the halls, tormenting him from stepping outside this what seemed to be safe English room, but he knew he had to at some point.
"It's going to be okay, baby. Trust me" Harry assured me as he softly kissed my forehead, trying to comfort me in any way he possibly could.
"Stay with me..." I silently begged as I tugged on his shirt, trying to pull him back as he opened up the door and slowly walked out.
Notes
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