And of course, after a few months, I was chosen to get seen by her. Her name is Tiffany Wood, and she assures me that once our sessions are over with, I will feel much better. I wonder if she is telling the truth or not, but I figure Doing nothing about it isn’t going to help, either. One of the first questions she asks me about the whole thing is how I feel about what happened. By now, it’s been months since it all, and I still have no idea how to feel. She tells me that there were many more bombs placed in the school than anyone initially thought (History Staff). I stayed away from learning anything else about the massacre because I did not want to be constantly reminded of what had happened to me, my friends, and my high school. When she tells me their intentions as researchers see it, I begin to feel sick to my stomach. “They planned on bombing the school and whoever was left; they were gonna drop them all with lead (Chua-Eoan),” she tells me. These thoughts enter my head, They were maniacs! Why did they spare me? They were never my friends! They just wanted to hurt! She said that they just wanted to leave an impression on the world; they wanted to be the worst of the worst