Blood on my hands

A scream of terror
echos through
the empty halls

A roaring blast
shook the grounds
on which we stood

Glass shattering,
encompassing the world
we once knew

Matt and I sprinted
past the horrific
bodies sprawled

Together we fled
away from gun shots,
hand in hand

Tears streamed down
his frightened face as he
whispered, "I love you"

Stumbling in,
the shooter came,
eyes wildly darting

Sliding out of his
backpack, fell a gun
onto the floor

Next to me it lay,
and without a thought
I grabbed the pistol

"What are you waiting for?
Fucking shoot him!"
Matt screamed

The gun fired,
flying me back
up against the wall

As the bullet cut
through the air
Matt shrieked

It happened too
fast to even realize
what happened

His blood on my hands,
warm and crimson,
made me scream

He writhed in agony
as I cried violently,
unsure of how to help

What had I done?



Based off Jodi Picoult's novel Nineteen Minutes