At last, at last, help hand finally come. Oddly enough this man possessed a gun. His had gently rest on his weapon of choice, inside I started to rejoice. Something did not seem right, for the lack of uniform made me wish for a knife. Had another one come to fourth period math, to cause yet another blood bath? Terrified and pale was the look of my class as they thought it was over, that horrid event passed. Another shooter yes indeed, now was the time I decided to flee. After to steps, maybe three his bullets now pointed at me. A small smile on his face preceded a question that would require me to admit a beautiful confession. The question not hard or complex, for the words, “Do you believe in God?” echoed through his breath. “Do you believe in God?” “Yes I do.” A bullet through my temple then he was through. No more sorrow no more pain, a bullet and heaven I gain.
January 23, 2009