In The Rain

He stands in solitude on the field, as the sound of bullets whizzing past him and screams are drowned out by his thoughts and emotions, his fear. He cannot move. He watches as the girl who sits next to him in his math class runs towards him, lunging for him, screaming, as a bullet is met with her head, and she drops. They all drop around him, he cannot hear anything, he still cannot move as everyone around him runs for cover. He sees the man in black, reloading, he stares, stuck. The girl in the orange dress running goes down, he sees the TA of his Spanish class on the field, 100 feet away from him playing dead, he should too. He continues to stare at the chaos around him, as the man in black sees him, approaches him. Eye contact, his blue eyes to his brown eyes. He should run, He should scream, but he breathes. 1…2…3, until he cannot breathe anymore.

Malia Noel