Dying from a gunshot was never on my bucket list. But here I am, bleeding my heart out both figuratively and literally.
I should have known what he's capable of doing when I saw him back then.
It was during last year's summer break when I knew that the silent kid knows how to aim, I witnessed it myself during my shift at my part-time job. It was at our local Arcade where I was at my desk bored as hell when he came in.
It's really hard not to notice him with his all blacks and greys fit. He's like cosplaying as an evil hacker or stalker from the movies. Add up his dark bloodshot eyes that screams 'I need sleep' and chapped dry lips, makes you wonder if he even bothers to drink water.
He paid for some tokens, not really looking at me as he did which didn't really bother me. I am somewhat of a Introverted shy guy myself.
And he went straight to the shooting arcade machines. As he is the only one playing that whom I'm somehow familiar with, I decided to watch him play. And boy was it a shocker. He beat all the high scores in the shooting arcade.
When he came to my desk to claim a prize with his tickets, he chose a toy gun. I congratulated him for a good game and he just stared at me... creepily and then smirked and went away.
I should have considered that as a red flag, a sign that blatantly says 'I CAN SHOOT YOU DEAD'. But boy was it too late.
I always considered the seat at the back corner near the window as a cool one. It's famously known for 'The Protagonist Chair'. And the glorious 'Extra' me deserves it so I chose to sit there.
The silent kid named Joe sat next to me. I really didn't bother trying to befriend him nor did he. We just respected each other's space.
But never in my wildest dreams did I thought of the possibility of him shooting me in front of my face. Smirking like a psychopath then laughing as my fellow classmates screamed and tried to run to the exit as he continues to shoot at them.
Killing Prof. O'brien who tried to hide under his desk, the 'bombshell' Cassidy, the honor student Mark, the 'cool' manwhore jock Ian and many more extras like me lying dead on the floor.
'Oh how lucky are those who are able to escape when he was shooting and blessed are those in the other classrooms. They may have at least more time to run outside for safety.'
'And as for the unlucky few, well, rejoice for I, Steven Smith am with you!'
'Why am I talking to myself like this??...'
As It was getting hard to breathe, limbs feeling numb, mind a lot more muddled and lightheaded. My sight starts to blur and as I cough up blood, I thought to myself
'This is it.'
Then I slowly succumb to my death.