The Shooting

The Shooting 

I was lying awake in my bed, tossing and turning, my mind was unable to turn off. Thoughts of the following day were flustered and jumbled all together preventing me from falling asleep. The kind of thoughts that consisted of how I would speak during my presentation tomorrow, what was I going to wear, how much time would I have to catch up on homework and studying. These thoughts now seem so incredibly insignificant compared to what was actually happening just thirty minutes down the freeway. A hotel where I saw my first live concert at the age of sixteen, was a war zone. A music concert where strangers with the same love for the universal language were brutally attacked, bullets were raining down and for no real reason. The sound of fire crackers echoed through the air followed by people's screams escaping their lips in fear. People scattered all around like cattle in a corral, trying to find their loved ones in the midst of the chaos. Men and women used themselves as human shields to protect those who could not protect themselves. Citizens gave paramedics their pickup trucks to transport the dead and wounded. Others were working together to break down the mental fences that separated the stage from the crowd, breaking them down one fence at a time to use as gurneys to get the wounded to paramedics as fast as possible. The color of stranger's blood painted the streets as the gunfire began to settle. All of this chaos due to one man in a hotel room, ten assault rifles, and god knows how many bullets fired to harm a crowd of good, innocent people. Of all the bullets fired, over five hundred of them found their victims, fifty nine of them took lives and the rest left their victims in the hospital wounded and scared. All while I was lying awake, frustrated that I couldn't sleep and that tomorrow was another Monday. 

Reviews

[Srchaud]

So while this is a true story I will comment on the writing.
Its good. IT has a lot of emotion in the words and the sentences paint very vivid pictures in the mind. You feel the tragedy and even had this not been real, the scene comes alive in the writing.
To me the most gripping part was the end. Tomorrow was another monday. Its so sad, so true and captures the feeling of by the next day it will be just another event of this crazy world.
Whats even sadder is this feels like the opening of some dystopion future yet then you sit back and say this is actaully about my own home country.

[Diana Bishop]

Thank you for your comment. I want as many people to read this as possible because I feel as though people focus on the tiny insignificant things while there are more pressing matters going on in the world.

[Srchaud]

It really is the truth. Sometimes people forget what really matters in this world is other people. When we shrug at an attack that injures and kills 100s and say eh it happens, it steals a little of our own humanity.

[Diana Bishop]

That's true. It is scary knowing I can walk about ten minutes from my university and be at the scene where it all happened.

[Srchaud]

Omg. I cannot imagine what that must be like. Well I hope more people will read this and stop treating these events as another day of the week. These shooting do not have to be a part of life.

[Savanna Robbins]

A sad but good retelling of a recent tragedy