"Where is Amy Hunt." The voice hissed. I can hear Mrs Daniels sobbing.
"I-I don't know, I d-don't k-know. Please d-don't hurt m-m-me." I can hear her chocking out between the stream of tears.
"Don't lie, bitch, men don't like that sort of thing." One lone shot fills the silence. I can hear footsteps leave the room. I can hear a whimper. I peak out around the corner.
Mrs Daniels is still alive. She had a bullet wound in her shoulder. Still stunned I whisper, "Mrs Daniels" She looks shakily at me...
"Maya..." I realise that she literally just dodged a bullet. She would need medical attention. I step out to help her. Suddenly, the stench of blood reaches my nostrils. It smells of metal. Then I see them. The bodies of my class that littered the floor. Blood stained the carpet and the horrified expression of pain and sorrow were etched into the faces of everybody that lay unmoving on the ground. I felt sick. Mrs Daniels breaks my trail of thoughts.…show more content… I can't move her, the voice would then know she's still alive. I can't call for an ambulance, I can't risk being heard. I remember the basic first aid class I took. I rack my brain, trying to think of something that I can do. I can stop the bleeding. But how could I do that when he thinks that she's dead? My gaze shifts across the room, then at a ripped jacket. I could put a piece of denim on the bullet hole and get her to lye down of the floor face down from where she was standing... I get to work straight away. Ripping off a strip of denim, I roll it up. Suddenly remembering, that there's a thing called pain, I shove it into her mouth. Getting another strip, I quickly and gently, feed it into the wound, tears are streaming down her face the whole time, but she doesn't seem to have enough energy to
