Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Forever ❯ Part VII ( Chapter 7 )

It was graduation, and I was just as excited as any other senior. I had actually made it through High School! Not only that but I managed and A in my last semester too. My piano was coming along well and my father seemed pleased with life in general. I remember one of the last days, right after one of our exams, I was sitting at a cafeteria table, minding my own business. I checked the time to see if it was close enough to leave. Father was picking me up to take me home so I wouldn't have to stay at school all day doing nothing, when it happened. There was a loud bang, the sound of someone firing a gun. I heard the thud of a body dropping as a shriek from across the room was heard. I didn't look up or flinch. Another round was fired as people scrambled to get away or hide themselves.

 

Finally an eerie silence hung and I looked up. The muzzle of a pistol was pointed right at me. Carrying the gun was a boy I barely knew. He was the type of person who would do even worse than I would, not doing anything: basically just coming to school because he had no choice. I noticed the fresh heroine scars he carried, his lavender veins. The kid was fucked up in more ways than one. I blinked, looked at him, then resumed my pondering. I should have been worried I suppose, but why worry? If I died then, I died. He squeezed the trigger, the bullet skimming past my face and planting itself in the wall.

 

“That's very loud,” I said in annoyance, a glare just barely passing over my eyes. The kid looked scared, as if I was the devil come to claim his soul. He backed away, only two steps.

 

“I'll join you in hell,” he said placing the muzzle to his temple. Fresh blood was lapping at my feet by the time I decided I should wait for my father outside. With two casualties, I stepped over the suicidal boy as if he was nothing, gathering my things and leading a faint trail of bloody footprints towards the cafeteria door.

 

I almost pitied the janitors. I found my father already waiting for me outside, sirens wailing mournfully in the distance.

 

“Well dammit what the fuck did you do this time?” he asked as I hopped into his pick up.

 

“I told him he was being loud,” I said simply, in a quiet voice.

 

“Being loud eh?” I nodded.

 

“A boy shot a girl, I told him he was being loud, so he shot himself,” I shrugged.

 

“Well damn. Guess ya don't hafta put up with him now then huh? Want a milkshake?” Dad had started the engine and was pulling out of the parking lot as a police car pulled in the opposite end. We turned out of the school before anyone could stop us. I saw ambulances over the hill coming towards us as we sped away from the scene of the crime. Silence passed as we hit fifty, cruising a turn and slowing down some around the fast food junction.

 

“About that milkshake……”

 

“Vanilla,” I said.

 

“Coming up!” Dad sped down the highway, taking a street over and pulling into a bar which had a back room used for prostitution. “Hope ya like it thick!”