Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 13:47:22 No.68916085 Report

Quoted By: >>68916206 >>68916730 >>68916858

>>68915958
Sam finds out fang shot up the school

Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 14:40:45 No.68916858 Report

>>68916085

>The strange feeling from this morning still lingers. Still twitches the feathers on my wings. My instinct tells me something's deathly wrong. World's too quiet. A stillness.
>I finish the small cleaning duties I'd set aside, dusted, polished, vacuumed. Nothing serious just housekeeping. Something to keep the hands from idleness.
>Still can't shake the sense of doom. I check the clock and notice it's just a hair before nine-thirty. Oh. This is stressing me out more than I'd thought.
>I start to threaten to text Rip, to check in with the kids or even just get out of the house. I huff and focus. Relax, Sam. Some TV will kill the time. I move into the living room and settle in, remote out and TV on. Some daytime television will numb this.
>I flip through the channels, searching for something to catch my interest. A deeper sense of unrest takes me. I focus on it. If it's going to refuse to leave me then I can at least find out why.
>Something's missing this morning. Rip got his morning kiss, Naser got a goodbye. Luc-
>Where's Lucy? I heard her come in late last night, sneaking in without a fight. She does that when she's at odds with her father. She must be in her room.
>I settle the remote down and head on up. A knock on her door has no response. Slowly I creak the door open. Bed's made. Room's tidied. She's not here. But I heard her come in last night.
>Did she leave again? I sigh and head back downstairs. Probably with that boy again. Must have just run out of clean clothes or something. Maybe I should leave a n-
>I stare at the TV from across the room. Red ticker-tape across the bottom of the screen. I recognize that silhouette. Volcano High.
>The worry inside now screeches. No.
>I move over and look on in horror. I read the words slowly and carefully. They break me.
>"Fatal shooting at Volcano High. Several dead, dozens wounded."
cont.

Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 14:49:40 No.68917017 Report

Quoted By: >>68917056

>>68916858
>I can't believe it. My eyes refuse to accept it. I'm asleep, this is a nightmare. That's some other place, some other school where my children don't go. Everything's fine.
>Until my phone rings. It's back in the kitchen where I'd left it. I scramble over and pray it reads Naser or Lucy. They'll call me to tell me they're safe and that they're being sent home early, I can come get them.
>It's Rip.
>I don't need to hear his voice. Hear him say the words that we've lost a child, a funeral. I know already. My instincts have never been wrong, not once. Oh God.
>"Hello?" Please. Please for the first time in my life be wrong, be aging and fallible. Just please be wrong.
>"Sam." He's got the serious, police tone on. My hand shakes.
>"I...I don't how to say this." His voice is weak and far. The mountainous man, a pillar of strength is shaken.
>"I'm on scene at the high school. We've... got some confirmations." A furious rage starts to build. A denial of reality. I listen so intently as to never forget the words about to come from his mouth. I can't stop it.
>"Naser's passed." A violent ill takes me. My reality falls to pieces. He doesn't give me even a second to grieve.
>"Lucy's the culprit." His voice almost a whisper. I don't even hit end call.
>The phone lands on the floor as my legs give. Muscles refuse to stay functional. My family's just...gone.
>In one morning. Just a few hours ago I was worrying about not staining the carpet. Now I have to bury children. I can't even cry.
>I just stare blankly at the tiles on the floor in shock. I can't hear anything. I can't feel anything.
>Images of my children start to build, rise. Teaching Naser how to walk. Watching Lucy skin her snout, then cry. Rip holding the two above his head. A family photo-shoot. All burnt.
>I blink and they keep coming, rapid-fire. Naser showing me his license. Trying on dresses with Lucy. Naser bringing home his girlfriend. The whole table groaning at Rips jokes.
cont one more.

Anonymous Fri 06 Sep 2024 14:53:02 No.68917056 Report

Quoted By: >>68917063 >>68917088

>>68917017
>There won't ever be another to save. Another memory to make. There will be but one more time I'll ever see them.
>A headstone. Two headstones.
>The ringing in my head is deafening. Silencing the outside world. Dizzying me. It grows louder, yet louder.
>Lucy hurt her brother.
>The thought is enough to send me over the edge. The cresting ring looses control of my body. My eyes close and I see black. As everything tunes out I'm left with a feeling. I don't want to open my eyes again to this empty world.

Fin, rough.

Off, see you tomorrow /snoot/.