Columbine High School Shooting

April 20, 1999

Everybody always tells me how time flies so fast… Well my response to those statements were that, “Time flies so fast in your perspective because you’re not taking advantage of life, unless you live life to the fullest time wouldn’t seem to be going so quick.”  As of now I can’t see anything except for a radiant flashing light… My name is Mark and I don’t understand how I’m in this predicament. I guess this all started when the beginning of junior year. I’ve recently been failing school my grades have been dropping from an A to a C average during the 3rd marking period. A lot has been going through my mind as I walked the halls. My neighbor Dylan Klebold who’s a senior was passing by and acting suspicious, I greeted him with a “hello.” He didn’t say anything back.  He just looked at me, with a cruel stare. I was heading on to class and I couldn’t even pay attention in class or what the teacher was explaining up on the board.

A couple of days have passed by and my grades have been dropping lately, and Dylan still isn’t acting normal. Every day I have recently been seeing Dylan hanging out with Eric Harris who lives two streets away from me. I’ve never hanged out with him before, I only see him walk around the halls. I always hear strange rumors about Eric, I can’t really say I remember but why would a person as Dylan be doing hanging out with a person as Eric….unless Dylan had some demons. We were assigned a video project for school and Dylan and Eric are both in my class. Dylan walked in front and asked,” Hey Mark you want to be a part of my group?” I replied with a, “No thanks but may I ask who’s in your group?”
“Just me and Eric.”
“Eric Harris?”

“Yea. Why do you have a problem with him?”
“No I was just wondering, thanks though for the offer, but I’m already working with someone else.”
Then he walked away. I felt horrible not accepting his offer, but something about Eric Harris gives me chills for some reason. A week later April 12th the project was due. All of the students presented their videos and no one was left, except for Dylan and Eric. The title of their video was “Hitmen for Hire.” When the teacher kindly told them to present it Dylan responded with the most random response ever, “Make me!” Soon the class was quiet due to Dylan strange and odd remark. Eric ran out of the room for no reason what so ever. My mind was confused and everything felt weird, it was as if I was in a dream. When I turned my head and glanced at Dylan, I saw nothing but hatred and fear in his eyes.
That night I couldn’t sleep my head was aching and I couldn’t stop hearing voices stating, “Beware! Twenty! One out of thirteen!”  This has been going on for a couple of days now, Every time I walked in the halls and saw Dylan and Eric a sudden scream and gun shots would go off in my head. Now my grades have been gotten worse because it was very difficult trying to do work and study while hearing voices. After six days of the incident in class with Dylan and the teacher I’ve been going through the same old thing over and over. I felt as if my life was a broken record, I’ve had enough!

April 19th I couldn’t sleep that night the voice got louder and louder until I heard the loudest gun shot and everything was quiet. I finally thought I was able to have a sleepiness night. The next morning I woke up to a dreadful morning. I had a chill in my spine all morning. Soon it was lunch for some of the students but I decided to go up stairs to the library and eat over there, for some odd reason everywhere I went didn’t feel safe. It was 11:19 am when I heard shooting downstairs and one of the teachers ran upstairs and told us to start hiding because there was a school shooting taking place. My mind couldn’t help me think straight. I kept hearing explosions, screaming, and guns going off. 11:29 am ten minutes have passed and so far all I hear is screaming from downstairs. I heard footsteps coming up stairs, they were getting louder. Someone was coming in… I couldn’t believe my eyes when I found out that Dylan and Eric were the ones who started the school shooting.
I’m guessing this is where it all ends Dylan is pointing his gun to my head. I’m filled with tears as of now. I don’t know what I can say that will persuade Dylan not to shoot me. Eric can’t stop screaming, “Come on already! Shoot him!!” I never thought Eric had something against me. As I looked into Dylan’s eyes all I saw wasn’t fear and hatred but more like agony and sorrow. I saw his hand getting ready to pull the trigger. A tear fell out of Dylan’s eye and then he cried,” I’m sorry….” (The gun goes off)

The End