text: You run around to the back of the school in the attempts to do what you have to do as quickly as possible.
  
  You throw the doors open and gym class is in full session. You see so many...targets. Your eyes especially focus on Butch. Your sister's boyfriend. You immeidately take out your sub-machine gun and begin spraying the place. Some escape, some die instantly, some lay wounded on the floor begging for mercy. You take the opportunity to shoot the wounded one by one in a calculating manner.
  
  You do this very calmly. Like stepping on ants...
  
  Butch attempts to crawl away, but you spray him again with bullets. He lies still in a bloody mess.
  
  At this point, a majority of the school has been alerted of the things you're doing. The cops should be here shortly.
  
  You make your way down the corridor...
  > You try to escape now
  Suddenly a sense of fear builds up inside you. You realize what you've done. You can't take what you've done back and worse you're not going to get away with it.
  
  You begin to run. You don't know where to go though, so you head back home. You hear sirens. They're closing in.
  
  Its too much for you, you're afraid. You feel the fear, until you realize, you don't have to be afraid. At least not of death! Death is peace. Its unfeeling peace. You want that feeling again.
  
  You sit down on the sofa and blow your brains out, just as the cops bust the door down. But they can't do anything to you now though because
  
  You feel nothing...