Short Story

My name’s Gabriella and I witnessed my boyfriend, Kevin murder 7 students from our school. “Mum k-k-Kevin (sobs) killed them…” I still remember those awful words I had to stutter out, as I told my mum, of what my boyfriend had done.

I saw streams of blood from each individual. As gunshots pierced their hearts and bullets fed on the bodies of those half naive students. Half naive? Well I say this as I overheard those children making hurtful jokes about Kevin’s disabled farther and trying to attack him with pebbles and sharp stones. Kevin just pulled the trigger before they could take their last breath. He continued shooting until each limb died. I shook with terror and ran as fast as I could. Not even looking back. As I ran my mind told me not to stop. But I had to as if those bodies were pulling and calling me towards them. I paused and a heartbeat skipped, I could feel the blood rushing through me and my heavy panting was echoing in me. Tears dribbled down my warm cheeks, the words why were repeating themselves in my head. I continued running, my mind was completely blank; I had no idea where I was going. The road seemed so prairie and never ending. “That sign… what? I just went past that” I realized I was so scared that I was running in circles. Finally I found my house. I ran in and told my mother everything. Days went past; my mum had informed the police already. I sat alone in my room for days without eating, drinking or sleeping. My heart was torn, broken and shattered. I was asking myself “where did he get the gun from and who gave him”,” WHY?” “How could he get so angry?” .I knew Kevin had anger management problems but I didn’t expect or know it was that serious to make him.... kill. I WISH I had never met him.

I met Kevin at school, when me and my mum, Nellie, left Mexico and moved to Birmingham. He was 16 and I was 15, so he was in year 11, he was so kind, handsome and romantic with me. There were our differences but we got on without any problems,...