Third POV
Today is February the 5 , the day of catastrophe fall upon a a classroom with only one survivor left a young adult with a black small Afro is in his classroom with a gunshot wound on his left shoulder, and stomach. The bodies of his classmates and the shooter. Cops and paramedics pour in the room to see the aftermath bloody corpses of students. A brown skin cop with gray hair and a beard runs to the teen and begin helping him with his wound.
"Damien! Damien! Can you hear me? Its me Officer Steve ," Brown skin, gray hair cop says to the young adult known as "Damien"
"Let's get him to the hospital , he's loosing a lot of blood," Paramedics say as they lift Damien on the stretcher.
"Please save him," Officer Steve say with a pleading tone.
"We'll do our best," Paramedic say.
The paramedics take Damien to the ambulance and they drive off to the hospital.
***In the paramedics***
Damien POV
"Why...Why did he do...this," Damien says out loud to nobody.
"Kid! Just rest we are almost at the hospital," Paramedic says.
"Kid! stay with me," Paramedic say trying to keep Damien awake.
I blackout again.
***In Damien dream***
I was in my homeroom classroom sitting in the desk near the window with my friends. Noah Bailey, he has blond hair, Caucasian skin, and blue eyes. Jerome Fleming, he has brown hair, tan skin, and brown eyes. My teacher Mr. Moore is an old Caucasian man who is dislike by others. The three popular girl in school right now was sitting beside my group. The leader Samantha Valentine has pink hair Caucasian skin, and blue eyes. Gloria Benson has brown hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes. Star McKnight has red hair, Caucasian skin, and green eyes. The bell rings and the rest of the other students take their seats. Mr Moore begin doing roll calls and we had one classmate not here his name is John Jones. He was my friends when we were little but we drifted apart when he stop coming to school for a while. Five minutes later a knock was heard at the door and Mr. Moore open the door and the person at the door pullout a machine pistol and open fire pointblank at Mr. Moore's face. We all stare in shock as screams begin to let out around the classroom. The Person step in the classroom revealing their identity which was John Jones and he had a dull look in his eyes with spark of pain. He is wearing a black jacket He lock the door behind him as he came in begins to speak.
"What's the matter Moore not gonna comment how I look again. Not gonna talk shit to me when I ask for help!" John says with a cruel smile.
"You all known what has been happening to me and chose to ignore it I hate you," John says as he points hit gun toward his classmates.
"Please have mercy," Random Female classmate says to John
"No mercy! Just death and despair," John says and shoots.
Multiple shots sounded off in the room and bodies begin to fall until there was only Me, Noah, Jerome, Samantha, Gloria, and Star. Star and Gloria make a dash for the door and John shoots them in the back and their heads. John walks forward grabs Samantha by her hair and pistol whip her in the face making her nose bleed.
"Please … I'm sorry," Samantha say with a pleading tone to John.
"Your only sorry because this is happening," John says and knees her in the face.
John then shot her in right leg and she let out a scream as Me and other two boys watch in horror. John then steps on Sam's right leg causing pain and letting blood come out. Next he shoots her in the left leg causing her to scream out in pain again. John then puts the gun in Sam's mouth and fire blowing her brains out. John then turns his attention to me and the boys.
" Your turn Noah and then it will be Jerome" John says as he aim his guns at Noah and Jerome hands.
John then shoot Noah hands and Noah falls to the ground double over in pain.
"Maybe that teach how to keep your hands to your self. In. Your. Next. Life. "John say then he fire a shot into Noah head.
John then turns to Jerome and shoots him in the dick. Blood begins spurting out and he falls down bleeding out till he stop moving completely.
"John why... are you doing... this" Damien ask with a nervous tone.
"Don't act like you don't know Damien," John say with a serious tone.
John put the gun to my left shoulder and fires. I cry out in pain while I hold my wounded left shoulder.
"You will know soon Dami, so don't worry about," John says.
"Now how about I leave you with a traumatizing scene to replay in your head after this." John say as he point the gun to his temple.
I see John pointing the gun ready to kill himself before my eyes. I dash forward grabbing John armed hand and we begin to struggle until the gun goes off. I feel a new pain in my stomach and look down to see that I was shot. I look up at John just as he fires the gun at his temples blowing his brains out.
***Dream ends***
I wakes up in the hospital bed and let out a scream from that dream that turned out to be my memory of the bloody catastrophe.