Chase sat on the ambulance stretcher as an emergency nurse attended to him. He was tired, hungry, and sweaty, but he remained silent as the nurse did the necessary duty on him. But before that, he was in the back of the police cruiser handcuffed. That experience was new to him but it didn't last.
After the police reviewed the CCTV footage, they subsequently found out who the shooter was. He was released from the cuffs and placed on the stretcher.
"Good work, kid." One of the officers had commented.
Chase had only nodded, too tired to say anything, and all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. Apart from many students not dying in the school, he was also not dead. And it was not from a gunshot wound, but from a manhood explosion, and that was a terrible way to die.
He also felt pity for the six people who had died. Gruesome deaths they had gone through. They were gone and they were not coming back. He could see one of the parents of the victim crying together. He didn't say a word and just turned his head.
Students littered outside, some with their parents, others hugging one another and crying in relief as they had overcome the traumatic experience they had just gone through.
The police had taped down the school and were bringing out the bodies in black tarps, abandoning them in ambulances. The nurse finally finished her task.
"Alright," she said. "You're good to go."
Chase stepped out of the ambulance where a police man was waiting for him. He watched as the policeman walked up to him.
"Mr. Stunnner." He announced it in his professional tone. "We would like for you to come down to the station to give us your account of what happened
"Alright," she announced. "You're good to go."
Chase stepped down from the ambulance and a policeman was waiting for him.
"Mr. Stunnner." The policeman spoke. "Can you come to the station with us? We would like to hear your account of what happened in the school as you were the last to be seen with the suspect."
Chase nodded, and the policeman guided him to the back of the cruiser, where he sat and was driven to the station. During the ride, the policeman tried starting up a casual conversation to put him at ease.
Chase didn't say a word throughout the ride. The policeman, sensing that he was still reliving the traumatic experience, ultimately decided to keep silent too.
The car arrived at the station and Chase was taken inside. He was led to an interrogation room where he sat on a chair that was given to him. The policeman had asked if he needed a drink or snacks.
"Uhm, just a bottle of water." He had replied.
A few minutes later, a detective had come in with a bottle, and then the questioning had begun. Chase did his best answering all the questions he had been asked. It was stressful but he needed to be done with all of it.
"Did Travis ever tell or even hint at the attack he committed today to you?" The detective asked.
Chase shook his head. "I hadn't seen him in two days. This was my first time seeing him. He never told me about anything."
He said he was assaulted by a bully who bullied both of you. " The detective continued, jotting down in his notebook. "Did you know?"
"No," Chade replied. "He told me when I confronted him in the hall."
"Did you know he was depressed?"
Chase clenched his fist in frustration. "I knew but I didn't know it had become this bad."
"What about the gun?" He asked. "Were you the one who gave it to him?"
"No."
The detectives continued with the questioning and Chasee answered all of them. Once they were through, Chase was dropped off at the apartment where he lived. He got out of the car and moved up the stairs to his apartment.
He brought out his key and unlocked the door, stepping inside. He dropped his bag on the floor and surveyed the room. Dirty clothes and half-eaten food littered the room.
He gave a weary sigh before dragging himself to the kitchen and opening a can of beans. He ate it right there and then dumped the can into the dustbin.
He walked back into the living room and began to clean up the best he could.
"Dammit," he spat in anger. "I fucking hate why mom just left like that."
After his dad died, his mom grew in both depression and despair. After a few weeks, she couldn't take it anymore and decided to dip while he was in school. When he came back, she was gone. No letter, no goodbye, just silence. He hated her for that and he knew he was never gonna forgive her.
"Shit, I'm tired." He muttered. "I need to fucking sleep."
He walked to the bedroom without removing his clothes and plopped himself on the bed. He stretched himself, his mind still whirring from the events that had happened today. A normal school day had turned into a traumatic experience, and my best friend was going to prison for life.
He sighed and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to drift him away into slumber.