The Day I Died

The Day I Died

I remember the fear as we hid under the tables,
Wondering who would be next.
I heard the footsteps coming closer.
Suddenly, the light was hidden by a shadow
Of a gunman that stood above me.
I heard a shot and fell to the floor.
I looked down.
“Oh, my God I’m bleeding!” I screamed.
I heard another crack. My world went black.
Another pipe bomb went off.
I looked down.
I saw a lifeless body, surrounded by a pool of blood.
“Wait! I’m too young to die.”
I saw friends leaning over the body and crying.
The two young men continued through the school, shooting.
That was three days ago.
The day I died, twelve other people died with me.
Our parents cried, for they could not believe the worst.
That day, I thought I went to school to learn.
Now I know I went to school that day to die.