The Shot Heard Round the World

There is no such thing as miracles I’ve learned. I prayed for one and nothing happened. Nothing stopped me from pulling that trigger. I never wanted to do this but I’m sick of it, sick of hiding in my own mind. The only person I’ve ever cared for doesn’t care about me so what’s left? I’ve got nothing but my thoughts.

I started that day just like any normal school day. I got dressed, had some breakfast and slipped the gun into my backpack. No one noticed because I was home alone that morning, just like every other morning since I was ten. As I walked to school I prayed for a miracle. As I sat through class after class I prayed. I believed in miracles so I prayed for something to stop me. I prayed for the person I love, the only person I care about, to stop me, to take me back. But it never happened.

Finally I gave up, gave up praying for a miracle. I gave up living and caring what happened. I went to my science class after lunch, my worst subject. The teacher was giving everyone in class a hard time so I figured this was the perfect spot to start. I swiftly and silently pulled the gun out of my backpack and pressed it against the back of the person in front of me. I turned to my lab partner and told him that I was going to fly tonight. He looked at me like I was insane until he saw the gun in my hand. Before he could gasp and give me away I pulled the trigger. I didn’t notice the sound of the gun but was more interested in the pool of blood forming on the back of the girl in front of me. I then turned the gun on my lab partner, a straight shot into his head, instantly killing him.

By then others had noticed and started screaming and running away. I walked quickly over to the teacher and pulled the trigger before leaving the room. I didn’t care to see what happened to that bastard, he had made my life hell for the last two years. As I walked through the hallways I shot at anyone who got in my way. There were cell phones lit up everywhere and I thought maybe this was my miracle, maybe people would live after all. But I didn’t really care. I had to find someone before the cops arrived.

I found him in the gym, working out his muscles. He seemed surprised to see me. He started nervously chatting with me. I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to stop me. But there are no miracles, it wasn’t going to work. He had to die for what he did to me. I aimed the gun straight at his heart. He gasped and begged me to put the gun down. He started apologizing and moving towards me. But I knew he was lying, he didn’t care that he took both my heart and my virginity. I told him that we’re both going to fly tonight before I pulled the trigger. He fell down dead just as the police came busting in. I just stared at his beautiful corpse as they handcuffed me and took me away.

Now I’m locked up in jail, waiting to be sentenced. They call it a crime of passion but I’m not sure if I agree with them. The fact is my heart was broken. I was scared of everything. But mostly I was scared of living with the thoughts that are in my head. The end of his life was a shot that was heard around the world.

A/N: You can listen to the song and read the lyrics here:

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