Dreams can be fun. Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. There are good dreams, but then . . . then there are bad dreams. Oh was this a bad dream that I had awoken from. It started out great. Just like a normal day at school sitting in 1st hour with my best friend, Cassandra. We were discussing the latest song that Lady Gaga had released when it all had began.
It had happened in a blink of an eye. One moment Cassandra was smiling looking at me, the next she was laying on the floor with a hole in the middle of her chest, blood oozing out of her wound. I don't know what had happened next but all I know is I got knocked out of my chair and my head landed hard on the floor knocking me out. . .
When I had woken up I noticed that only five minutes had went by. Blood was scattering the walls, and bodies were laying all over my Biology classroom. Cassandra was dead, along with my teacher, Mr. Franklin, who was laying in front of the classroom door. Then I heard a scream coming from a distance followed by a BOOM. Someone or some people were attacking the school. After the explosion I heard several gunshots and more screaming. I waited in my classroom. Most likely no one would come back in here.
WHAM, someone had slammed up against the classroom door. I saw a brown hair kid's face (whom I didn't recognize) slammed against the door, a bullet hole in his forehead, blood just oozing from the wound. The unknown kids face slid down the window leaving a streak of blood. Someone then walked past the door but didn't look in, it was Sheldon. Sheldon was in my grade, Junior year in High School. He was the class clown (and secretly my crush), everybody loved him. So, what was he doing walking around while someone is killing off students? A thought popped into my head, "It couldn't be though, that can't be it," I told myself.
I could hear sirens coming from a distance, more screams, more gunshots, and another explosion went of. What the fuck was happening? I could feel my heartbeat increase, and then fainted again.
When I woke up next it was buy my mother crying. She was screaming, "THANK GOD YOUR ALRIGHT!" I was so confused. Cops were walking all around the room, stretchers were seen all around the room.
"Mom whats going on?" I asked her, tears swelling up in her eyes.
"Um honey, Sheldon and his friend, George, brought gun and bombs into the school and killed . . ."
"What no!?!? They couldn't, why?" I screamed at my mother sitting pushing her arms off of me.
"They did they killed lots of students and teachers," my mother explained as we walked out of Mr. Franklin's room. Paramedics were everywhere along with S.W.A.T. Bodies were laying on the floors. Blood had stained the walls and doors of classrooms. I just closed my eyes. I could't bear to look at any of it. My father was a teacher at this school, he taught senior english, and when I had opened my eyes I wished I hadn't. My father was laying on a stretcher. He was alive I was told, but extremely hurt with three bull holes in his legs and one through the right of his chest.
They took my father away from me as I burst it to tears. The tears wouldn't stop either. I heard a police officer "Sheldon and George must have been planning this for a long time because they knew exactly what they were doing. They had the building secure from any entry or exit with bombs that would be blown up with the slightest touch. We didn't want to go anywhere near them either otherwise the people they had strapped near them wouldn't live. In the end none of them surveyed. It's no wonder only a few people survived because we couldn't force any entry without risking there lives. Sheldon and George really had this planned, the only question now is why?"
"Well I guess we can ask them later when they are out of the hospital?"
"Yeah if they survive that is," the police officer said. "One took a bullet to the chest, and the other was hit heart. Doctors said the one that took it to the heart most likely will not live, but the other one has a fighting chance."
I was being walked out of the school, and into an ambulance to check and make sure everything was alright. "Just a precaution," someone had said, but I wasn't listening I was in a daze from what had happened. "Very few survivors," the police officer had said. What did that mean?
I had found out that only about 50 students had survived out of 350, and out of 20 staff only 3 teachers and a janitor survived this massacre. The worst school massacre in United States history, and then I woke up. It was all a dream. I had a dream that Sheldon, the hottest boy in Winchester High, and his friend George went on a rampage in the school and killed almost everyone in the school. Why would I have such a dream though? It is just weird.
My alarm went off at 6:55 a.m. It was time to get ready for school. So I did my normal morning routine, where I hoped into the shower, did my make-up and got dressed. By the time I was done with all of that it was pushing quarter to eight. I walked out of my room into the kitchen ready to go to school. My father usually took me to school, but not today . . . there was a note on the kitchen counter waiting for me, it said:
Jackie, I left early this morning to go visit your dad in the hospital and go to work early so I can go take you later today to see your dad. Remember no school. Please call if anything is wrong honey. If you need someone to talk to just call. Grandma said she will be over later to talk to you and keep you company. Talk you when I get home Jackie. Love Mom <3
My dream wasn't fake at all. I re-lived what had happened, and I thought it was all a dream. There was a massacre at school, my dad was injured, and all of my friends were dead. Tears fell from my eyes and then I fainted . . .
This has been a fictional story by Noah Mark Bitney, and is to eventually be continued into a novel.
