10:15

The boy who shot at me just two hours ago now points a gun at my best friend. The sound of a sudden burst cracks the air. First the boy falls to the ground, bleeding.

I turn to see a police officer running towards us.

Thank God, I sigh in relief.

I here screaming coming from Corey's general direction. Why are they screaming? We are saved aren't we?

I look over a Skye. Her face is pale and she is clutching her stomach. Blood covers her hands and she looses her balance.

Instincts come in and I reach to catch her.

"Oh no, Skye?"

Her breathing is forced and her eyes are glassy. I sit down with her in my lap; holding her with a grip so tight that not even death could take her. Tears spill from her blue eyes like a damm breaking into a crystal lake.

Paramedics flood the area and lift Skye onto a gurney. My hand still gripping her cold one, I run down the hall which is now flooded with kids.

It was over and we were safe, yet I haven't felt so panicked in my life.