I knew it was the end when I first saw him. His bald head glistened in the sunlight, his face glowed red with the cold. He had short hair that seemed to form horns on either side of his head. Wearing a dark coat, black as night, making it seem as if he was darkness itself.
All I could see in his face was hate, the hatred of his past victims, and his hate for me. I did not know what caused this hate, but I knew it was nothing I did. I was known for being a caring and compassionate human being. Even I felt that I did not deserve this, no one did.
Earlier, when I heard the first shots, I knew something horrible was going to happen. I could feel every shot, they shook the building and I shuddered. I knew my friends and colleagues were being slaughtered, like lambs sacrificed for the devil. As soon as I heard one shot, and then another, I knew I had to hide the children. I hid them in the janitors closet across the hall. It was during class when he walked into the room, all my students were absent. He asked me where they were and I told them they were off to the gym. He believed me.
I could see the gun, black metal reflecting the light of the sun. He aimed it at me, I stared down the bore, a hole darker than night.
The shot rang out, tearing my very existence. I could feel the burning of where the bullet tore through my flesh, could see my life blood pouring out of the hole. My blood was crimson, it was flowing out with every breath. Acid from my stomach was mixed with it, making it a soft pink colour against the white, tiled floor. I knew that I would be dead at any moment. Thoughts of my family ran through my mind. My husband would lose a wife, my son a Mother. Tears came to my eyes at those thoughts.
I could see the light, a light shining, a light shining like a star in the dead of winter. It was shining so bright I could see it as much with my eyes closed as when they were open. The pain was leaving and I could feel myself lifting my body off of the floor, and then eventually standing before the light.
I could see shadows in the light. It was an angel, stepping out of the light to greet me. She looked at me for a second as if she was checking me over and then she held out her hand, gesturing for me to go with her. I grabbed her hand and all of the fear and doubts that filled me suddenly went and left. I looked down and saw my body, pale and lifeless laying on the ground.
I knew this was the end of my story, other peoples stories were about to change forever. I knew I would be going to a better place, a place where I would never again know the meaning of hate and lust. I looked at the angel, her face serene and longing for me to join her and then I stepped through the light.