Tripp Voices

Columbine A Terrible Time

Allison Heikkinen

Tears cascade down my cheeks in sorrowful remembrance.
The cries of pain and fright still echo through my soul.
The sounds so loud everything seemed silent.
Everyone moving in slow motion.
Remembering the tragic time, of Columbine.
Falling. Falling. Falling.
The pools of red, the sound of bullets.
Fright was the emotion.
I was afraid. The people were afraid. The world was afraid.
Everyone was afraid.
Left, right, up, down.
What direction am I going?
The chaos is overwhelming.
I drift away.
The blackness hurts.
I feel the bullet, deep in my skin pulsing.
The soft dirt is beneath me.
I can feel footsteps pounding against the surface.
Something lands beside me.
I turn me head and scream.
I recognize the body,
But not the lifeless, soulless eyes.
I struggle to stand.
The bullets pain shooting through my shoulder.
As I run, the bodies are nothing.
My brain will not comprehend them.
Sirens ring, and I know we will be saved.
As the sirens ring the chaos stops.
There’s nothing.
When safety came, the world stopped.
I saw the terror people being carried away.
With adrenaline and fear gone.
I hit the ground again.
In relief.