A thick silence stretches over the classroom, heavy like a blanket. The school’s halls are silent, no longer filled with the rat-a-tat-tat of gun fire. No longer do screams bounce off the cinderblock walls, riccocheting in their despiration.
Crouched in a corner, Sarah looks about, her hands clasping her brown curls. Her breath comes shallow and quick, like she has just finished a sprint. Her blue eyes dart back and forth, wary of what could happen, who could enter, in the next moments.
But still, there is silence.
Quivering, Sarah begins to stand up. She unfolds her shaking, shivering limbs with deliberation, careful not to make a sound. With each movement she pauses and listens. Is anyone coming?
No one is coming. Not to kill her. Not to save her.
No comments:
Post a Comment