Warnings: school shooting, angst, trigger material (just add this to be sure)

*Chapters one and two are a bit crisscross time wise, so I added time to make it somewhat easier to understand what time it is with the different POV's.

English is still not my first language so excuse the mistakes I make.

Disclaimer: I know this kind of event happen and I don't mean any disrespect to anyone who might've been in the following situation.

If this is not your cup of tea, then please stop reading now.

This will be probably have three chapters.

Chapter One

TIME: 11:33 am

Footsteps. He could hear them coming from the hallway outside the room, they were coming closer and closer towards the room he was in. With every step he heard, he shrunk deeper and deeper into the ball he curled himself in and moved further away under the table he had hid under. He didn't want to be found, he didn't want anyone else in the room to be found. He just wanted that everyone was safe and this ordeal would be over.

He could hear noise coming from outside the school. Helicopters that flew over the school, sirens from police cars and ambulances, and people yelling stuff through megaphones, but what was said was he couldn't tell. He was too distracted on what happened inside the school, and more specifically in this very room. He could hear muffled sobs all around him. People breathing fast and some quietly calling their parents to say that they loved them. He wished he had his phone with him, just to say to the ones close to him that he loved them, but he had left it in the classroom where his boyfriend and all his close friends were.

How could a day that started off so good and so wonderful turn into this hell in a matter of seconds?

Hiding under the table just a few feet away from him, he could see a girl, Allison. She looked scared and her eyes were red from the tears that had fallen. He looked at her, trying to give her some reassurance, some comfort, hoping that it would be enough. Even though he didn't feel strong himself. He felt small and so scared, but he didn't want it to show.

People generally looked up to him, and he wanted to be the best person he could be for them. People needed to see that he held it together and that he would help them getting through it.

But it was so very hard.

And now the footsteps echoed through the hallway and into the room, they were so close. The footsteps were felt in every fibre of his body and his heartbeat started to beat in the same rhythm as the steps. The person or maybe persons were so close now. He didn't know how many people there were, maybe it was just one. He didn't know if the shooter or shooters was a boy or girl or even a student from this school. All he knew was that he just came from the toilets and standing in front of the vending machine when he heard the shots being fired.

He was pushed into the first room that was closest to him by John, a tall guy just like himself, brown hair and white skin, who ordered everyone in the room to get down and hide. But would it have been enough? Would the shooter or shooters get inside and find them, and would this be the last place he would ever see?

He would leave his father, his mother, his boyfriend and all his close friends behind. He wasn't even granted so much as a goodbye, just nothing. Emptiness.

That was what broke him.

He couldn't stop it, the tears fell by themselves and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His breathing picked up and his shirt became wetter and wetter from the salty water that fell down his cheeks.

And there is was again, another shot, it was so close that the door even shook a tiny bit.

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TIME: 11:41 am

Not much later after the shot had been released, the door creaked open and heavy boots entered the room.

Oh how he hoped that everyone was shielded from sight… but his hopes were shattered when he heard the first bullet being released. An ear piercing shout echoed through the room and then there it was.

Silence.

Just a few moments of heart-breaking silence where nothing happened and no one moved.

He looked up again at the girl. He knew her, but not so well. She was always friendly towards him and he to her, they spent a few classes together and exchanged some words, but never had long conversations. He regretted that at this very moment and he saw her shiver from fear. She was probably thinking the same thing as he was thinking; would they get out of this alive?

The heavy boots drummed on the linoleum and he could feel the vibrations spreading through his body like an animal hunting his prey. The trepidation was almost enough to tear him apart completely. But he held onto a last shred of hope, and onto the memories that came to mind. He held onto them so tightly that it almost made him delirious.

But his concentration faltered by another shot being fired. It was so closely and he would never forget that sound ever again. The amount of force being let loose was so great that he jumped in his spot.

He turned his head ever so slight and saw the aftermath of the shot being fired. The body on the floor, still spasming, trying to survive, but the blood loss was too large, he knew the person wouldn't make it.

He knew the person that was shot. It was John, the same John who helped him to hid. And those usually sparkling bright green eyes looked at his direction, but they were dull and unfocussed and he could see the exact moment John's life slipped way. He wept silently for the loss of another fellow student.

He shook his head vehemently. This couldn't be happening, it must be a dream. He would wake up any moment now and he would find himself in the comfort of his bed and his mother would walk into his room, checking if he was awake already. And then his father would come in and kiss him and his mother goodbye and would leave for work, just like he did every morning.

He screwed his eyes tightly shut and willed his mind to wake up.

But what was already awake couldn't be woken up.

As soon as he opened his eyes his dream was shattered and he found himself in the exact same spot at the exact same time. Still surrounded by chairs and still curled up tightly in a ball.

And then he heard it, a voice. It sounded almost like the person thought that this was some kind of practical joke.

"Oh Merlin." The voice sing-songed. "Come out, come out wherever you are. There's lots that I want to do to you."

Merlin's heart stopped for literally a second. He knew that voice.

This was the intro to the story, the next chapter will show the start of the school day.

Let me know what you think?