Walking to school was like every other day. The words, the threats, the women running with their young children. None of them understood. None of them ever would. They all just cared about their little lives and didn't care about others.

His business was going down the drain because of me. I don't know if I have the right to call him father anymore. Losing customers, working in the back, everyone fearing my face.

Hiding so people will come. Hiding so they'll forget. Just plain hiding. It's the easy way out. Forgetting all you ever thought and just hiding. Behind the mask, that hides the pain, that hides the fear, that hides the emotion. Hiding.

"Terrorist"

There goes another one. Just one last innocent bystander that will leave sooner or later. Probably with the jocks. They'll all go down too. Some day. Maybe sooner. Maybe later. I don't know. You never know unless you play god. Playing god, and you still never know. Because you're still hiding.

They say that believing in something, someone helps the pain go away. It doesn't and it won't. It's still hiding. That is what life is now a days. Just a big game of hide and seek. And if you're found –

BANG

BANG

you're dead. I wanted to catch them. But I couldn't. I'm different, but I know right from wrong. They didn't need, disserve, to die hiding. Someone else needs to find them. I just got them ready for the day that the game will end. Along with their life.

The doors.

They are supposed to welcome you to a place of niceties. That's what the world wants you to believe. I know different. We all do, but it's whether we pay attention to that detail or not. This is supposed to be a place of learning and safety.

I proved them wrong.

All it took was one single barrel that they left un-checked. A phone call they almost couldn't trace. And all the fear running through the veins of thousands of children.

That's exactly what they are.

They think they're adults, but running, and screaming, and full of fear. Shows that they are exactly opposite of what they think they are. Some of the so called "Adults" are more of children then we are. They say that they have to take care of us, but in the end, we take care of them.

I

know I can't go through with this. But I know I must. They must know that I can stand up for my self. I'm not a coward. They may take my so called rights. They may take my name. And they can take my pride.

But

if you have a mask. Then it doesn't matter. Because they are all dead already. It's only a matter of time before their bodies start to decay. Before the earth eats away their looks and muscles. Before they, themselves, the stars that thought they would never be forgotten. Would be forgotten.

It's all a matter of where and when. And when it happens. It can be quick and nearly painless. Or it can be slow and oncoming. But it doesn't matter. It will happen. And when it does.

You're dead.