When the bell rang, I unwrapped my sandwich and headed towards the auditorium. I saw Jeff and his friends walking in my direction and instinctively decided to leave the building and sit on the steps outside. There was a blind spot by the entrance to the steps. It was a quiet place that I had to myself during the break.
I sat down, took a bite of my sandwich and looked around. Suddenly, someone in dark clothes caught my eye. He was behaving strangely. He was standing on the other side of the street behind a few cars and watching the school. I didn't think he saw me. I actually wanted to ignore him.
But then I noticed that he was approaching the school with one hand in his jacket pocket. He was also carrying a large shoulder bag. He went up the stairs and at that moment I had a very uncomfortable feeling. My gut told me that a great tragedy was about to happen. When he reached the glass door to the school building, I saw him take something metallic out of his pocket, which briefly flashed in the sunlight. At that moment I knew what he was up to. It was a gun. I ran towards him. He didn't see me because I came from behind. As he was about to point the gun at the school, I tackled him with all my might, but a shot went off and hit the ceiling. The students were startled and immediately ran away in panic. One of them triggered an amok alarm. I wrestled with the gunman on the floor.
I was on top of him, trying to rip the gun out of his hand. The problem was that the masked man was significantly stronger than me and at some point he gained the upper hand and tried to point the gun at me. But I didn't give up that easily. I hit him in the face several times, but I also had to take several blows, but the adrenaline eased the pain and made me keep fighting. Several shots were fired. At first, however, none of them hit me. I had gained the upper hand when he suddenly caught me with a powerful kick. I flew back against the glass door, which cracked, and before I knew it, I was hit. He had shot at me and hit me in the chest. I was breathing heavily, but I couldn't give up. He fired two more shots at me before I lunged at him and managed to turn the gun around so that the barrel was pointed at him. Then another shot was fired and the bullet hit him in the head. Blood splattered on my face. He was dead instantly. I breathed heavily and collapsed. Blood flowed into my mouth and I heard the police sirens in the distance.
Behind me, I could hear the desperate cries of my teacher, Mrs. Tuttle. "Raphael!" she screamed, running to me. I stayed alive for a long time to see my teacher start crying and yell at the arriving paramedics to help me immediately. They didn't hesitate, but there was nothing they could do. I couldn't move anymore and I couldn't feel anything either. And before I knew it, I was floating above myself. I was confused. I saw myself lying on the floor, bleeding. One of the paramedics said that he could no longer feel a pulse. At that moment, the rest of the teachers emerged from the classrooms. They instructed the students to stay back. Each of them had a horrified, bewildered look on their faces.
I was put into an ambulance where desperate CPR was administered, but it was futile. I was dead.