†Damn, why does that girl have to be in the middle of all this? Any other normal kid would be hanging out the windows, but no! Of course, Cara is standing in the middle of the hallway with her eyes squeezed shut. Like I would shoot her. So I move my aim to the boy standing in front of her.
†My arm jerks in my socket again, and I watch as the boy goes down in front of me. Probably just another preppie jock who teased me at some point. Good riddance. Cara opens her eyes and, seeing him on the ground, screams the most heartbreaking scream I have heard in my entire life. She collapses to the floor next to him, screaming for him to hang on, don't go, it'll be alright. But she and I both know it won't, and a minute later, after whispering something to Cara too softly for me to hear, his head drops sideways, eyes glassy, and the last breath leaves his lungs.
Cara takes a deep agonizing breath, before pushing herself to her feet. Her white dress is stained crimson from when she kneeled on the floor. Her liquid gold eyes stare right at mine, fury blazing in their depths. She stalks towards me, no longer caring about the gun in my hand, fists curled tightly at her side. I see the raw pain etched into her face, and for the first time, I wonder if I should have done this in the first place. I start to second guess taking my frustrations out in this way, if only because I have so painfully hurt this beautiful angel in front of me. I wonder who it is I killed that has caused a reaction this deep inside of her. I want to fix her but it is too late and I can't do it.††
She jabs her index finger into my chest, crying. I can see the marks from where her fingernails dug into her palms. "You killed my brother, you sick bastard. You killed him. You killed him. He's gone, because of you and your stupid ass fucking messed up brain," she says to me, heaving great gulps of air into her lungs. Bloody hell, if I had known that he was her brother, trust me, I wouldn't have even thought about it. But I didn't know, I didn't know.
"You fix him! You fix him now! Fix him...fix him...fix him please..." Cara starts to trail off, looking up at me from the floor, her wet eyelashes sticking together, black circles under her eyes from her running makeup.
†Cara lets out a sudden sigh sad enough to make anyone think the world has lost all meaning. She just crumples up on the floor, not crying anymore, but completely silent instead. I think the hopelessness is worse to watch than the anger, and for some reason that sparks my anger and frustrations again.
I raise the gun in my hand, take aim, and fire it once more. Just this time, it's not to kill.
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