I miss the brown tones of the grass.

I just needed to catch my breath, I headed to the bathroom, the one at the other end of the school that would most likely be empty, so i could hear tghe echoe of my voice and not feel so lonely. There were few people in the hallways and I felt big, big as important, not so small and looked over. I bit my fingers and I hummed Hallelujah to myself. I dragged my feet on the new carpet and bit my lip now, a bobby pin fell from my hair and I bent down to grab it. I closed my eyes and took a breath, "ok" I thought to myself. I stood back up, not moving, and infront of me was a boy, I had seen him before, I didn't know his name, nor what grade he was in. His faced look distressed and he held his hands and arms behind his back. His jaw was clenched, I took a step and he sputtered out, "Don't!" and I stopped and with my eyes wide I bit my lip harder, it started to bleed. I stood twenty feet away from him, as his eyes grew hard and cold. He let his arms hang to his side, showing the gun he held in his right hand. My heart grew heavy and my knees weak, my eyes sunk into my brain and the oceans came to play. He took a step and i felt my legs shake, "I've seen you with your friends," he started, "talking about me, talking about everyone, you think you guys are so important." He took two steps forward and gripped his gun, the white in his knuckles showed, and i could see the viens in his arms. "but you're not!" his voice was short and hot. "I hate them" my voice dribbled out, so soft and wishy washy. "I'm sorry." I began to cry. He walked up to me, my eyes grew even wider, and my body shook. He grabbed my arm, hard, he was stronger than one would have thought. He was skinny and tall, with acne and blonde hair and hazel eyes. I cried, "what do you want?" I pleaded I could feel the gun brush against my leg and I winced. I looked to his face and his eyes were wide and cold, hard in his mission. He remained silent and gripped my arm even harder, he walked to the other end of the school, the part where no one was, it was under construction. It was cold, the plastic cracked in the wind, and my tears stung my face. He let me go and I stood my legs locked in fear. "run" his voice was hollow, emotionless, dead. "run, meagan." and he raised his gun, my eyes grew wide and i forced my legs into movement. I counted each second, and on the twelves I heard the gun go off and a bullet hit the wall near my body. I cried. When I hit twenty, another one, and I fell to the ground, pain shot up my leg, blood seeped onto the white tile floor, i gripped my leg and screamed. "RUN!" I heard him yell, with a laugh. I got up, my leg collapsed under me, but I ran and with each step blood poured down my leg, in the distance I saw someone, I screamed to them. "help" and they must have saw the blood, and they ran to me, and it was him and i cried. He picked me up, over his shoulder and told me it was going to be okay, as my tears poured. "he's coming" i gasped out, and he picked up his pace, running now, I clenched my teeth in pain. I closed my eyes. The air was warm, and the floor was damp, he had my hand. He was telling me to wake up, and he breathed out heavily when I did. His shirt was off and it was wrapped around my leg. My leg throbbed and I cried out in pain. "where is he! where are we." He looked me in the eyes "we're in the pool, we're in lockdown, Billy, George and Spencer all have guns and are going around school shooting everyone." his voice was panicked and he placed his hand over his shirt, his hands were bloody. “I’m sorry.” I put my hand on his forearm, and looked at him. He grabbed my hand “don’t worry everything will be fine.”