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Rachel's Challenge.In those last few moments, I prayed to God that I would go to heaven, that someone would find my journals and pass down the kindness and I my dream to have in impact on the world. As the gunman took my life in those few seconds, I was blind. And I was in pain, near my chest. And it was light, like I was two feet away from the sun. I felt horrified that this was the place I never wanted to be. I felt terrible, how could I do this to mom, to dad, to my brother and sister. This was not how I expected death to be.
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I opened my eyes lightly, taking in what view of heaven I had with sincereness. "Am I dead." I said lightly, slurring my words. Just then, the faded memory of the shooting happened, and I worried immediately about my brother. Slowly a cloud opened in front of me, and I saw what was possibly my worst nightmare. It was like watching a scary movie, except that it was ten times worse, then that. My brother was perched underneath a table, his friends at both his sides, and one had a b