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It starts with everyone in my school panicking or crying. The teacher looks out the window, and despite his normally rude ways, starts shaking and remains silent. Oh god, the school is on lockdown now. I notice one person missing from the classroom and I get shaky too. I peer out of the window and what I see strikes me with a pang of emotions- my only friend at school is laying on the side of the street, drenched on blood with a trail of blood around her. This girl (who I know in real life, call her L) helped me through everything. I am incredibly shy, but she is the only person I have considered a friend at school. I just sit and stare, and on the instant break out into sobs. The people who I knew were close to her in the classroom are also crying, all others are just sad and... stunned. I go to my desk and lay my head on the desk, covering it with tears. The power is out, so none of us can call a police or ambulance (even though she's basically dead by now). I can't take the stiffness of the room of grieving and crying people and I just leave the classroom, looking down. To my surprise, a few other people, those who were close to her, follow me outside. I leave with the group of people to the front yard of the school. While most of them stay at the front stairs of the school, me and her closest friend hobble over to her dying body. You can see where a tire skidded over part of her back and left her coated in dapples of blood. I sit down next to her, just staring at her beautiful face and shaking as I release heavy sobs. All I can think of is how much she has helped me. The other girl with me pokes my shoulder. Muffled by sobs, she beckons that we go back to the stairs with the others- so I do, choking on my tears. The weather is dark and somehow the gloom in the sky feels familiar. As we sit outside on the stairs, crying together, when a dark car pulls up in the parking lot behind the dying girl's back and a violent looking man comes out, wearing black. Another girl who came outside with us runs over to the man to defend us, but before she gets to the man, L makes a small huff as she rolls over and ever so slowly stands up, her legs shaking violently on her tall body. We all start to clap. The man left, but from afar I couldn't see what happened. Students start to flood outside. This is the time that parents will come to pick up the students. Cars pull up, and one takes L, and goes to the hospital. My mom pulls up and I get in the car. She gives her casual "What happened at school today?" whereas I had to explain that my friend nearly died. She was going to throw a party for some reason, and decided to invite the students outside in celebration that L lived.
At our house, where the party was there were people I didn't know who were probably relatives of students or kids of my parents' friends. Suddenly, L walks through the front door, with bandage wrapped around her back and the rest of her fine. People gather around to hug her, and just as I get to her, she walks off, to which I feel extremely disappointed. I go to the kitchen. I see my mom with a cloth over her head, and a kid next to her has a knife in one hand and some kind of drug in the other. I snatch his drugs and pull the cloth from my mothers face- she is laying on the ground. She looks scared. I look at the kid and tell him to stop and leave or I call the police. He clutches his knife and says whoever gets cut by the knife must leave. I nod. I avoid his throws and grab the knife from his hand, twisting his wrist. I slash the side of his neck very lightly. He won't give up. I slash his neck again, this time near the front of his neck and this one cuts through his flesh. I throw away the knife. He looks scared of me now and simply runs off. I pull my mom up from the ground. My dad witnessed the whole thing, and came up to me. Both of my parents started to say something but I didn't know whether they were proud or mad that I slashed the kids neck (rather lightly at that) because that was when I started to wake up.