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i started writing this during school one monday. ill add on more as i complete it.

Chapter 1
Blood streams down my cheek. All is silent. The room, destroyed. Lifeless corpses lie on the floor all around my feet. The scent of gunpowder, the cloud of smoke floating away. The wall before me has a message. ‘I’m coming for you next, survivor.’

Tears start flowing, making my long white hair stick to my face; the tips dyed a bright crimson. My knees shake, head pulsing. I fell sharply, hit the floor with a thump.

“Hayden!!!” Logan shouted from across the room. He ran towards me, dodging our helpless, dead, friends and students. His cold scared hands gripped my neck as he pulled me towards his chest.

“What happened to you?” his sincere voice filled with fright. He stared anxiously into my eyes, praying for my reply. My voice wouldn’t work; I could only stare at him blankly. The sirens of the fire department, police, and ambulances filled the air, lights shining through he shattered and burnt glass windows of the gym of Henley High. A fire still burned the spring dance decorations, which you could barely recognize if you weren’t there before this catastrophe.

“Logan….”I whispered barely, “how are you alive?”

“Hayden, I could ask you the same thing. I was outside when this happened, I saw the explosion, and came inside after you. Do you know what happened?” I paused after his words. I didn’t remember how this happened.

“My br….” I started, as the door to the gym burst open. Noise flooded the room, startling me.

“Police! Any survivors?” One of the police officers shouted “make a noise, something, anything.”

“Over here! Me and her,” Logan screamed, making me jump again. “We’ll be ok, nothing’s going to hurt you.” His reassuring voice calmed me, as the officer ran towards us.

“Go outside, make sure your ok. I can take her to the ambulance,” I glanced at the officer’s badge as he lifted me into his strong arms. Officer Outré. “Miss? Can you speak to me?” he ran out of the building into the cool dry night. Pedestrians lined the streets. Many were being held back, as more and more search and rescue workers ran into the remains of the gym.

As I was being put on the stretcher, I thought it would be best to note them that I’m living.

“Hayden Orchid,” I said weakly, as my right arm started losing feeling. My arm had a piece of large glass sticking out of it. One of the ambulance attendants looked at me with shock, she didn’t realize I was awake. She shouted over to the driver, but I couldn’t make out the words. My head filled with pain. Everything went dark.