Glad To See You Go

It wasn't the first time that Daron passed by his father's gun cabinet and wondered. He wondered about many things while passing this wonderful peice of furniture that housed ten to fifteen guns of all sizes. He often stood there next to it and pictured himself with a .45 to his head, standing in his bedroom. He could never picture himself pulling the trigger, though. That would be just plain ridiculous.

Today, though, a different thought plagued his mind. The most joyful thought of toting the gun, whichever one it may be, through the doors of his highschool and just going crazy. Not like that, of course. He was smarter than that to go on a blind rampage. After all, not everyone needed to die.

Only a fool would blindly shoot at anything that moved. Only an idiot would grace anyone who happened to be walking with bullets. He had his selected people to die and he was going to ake sure he only got who deserved it.

He almost felt a chill run down his spine as he unlocked the cabinet with the key on the coffee table. Was he really this daring? Did he really have the balls to do this?

The jocks told him that he had no balls as they smashed him up against his locker and pummeled him today. Come to think about it, they called him every derogatory gay comment in the book as they slammed his head against his locker door multiple times.

The word 'faggot' stuck out the most. 'Queer' and 'homo' didn't bother him but 'faggot' was a different story. That word set him off. Made his blood hot with rage. He was not a faggot. He was just a little bit bisexual and why should it even matter to those football-throwing apes? He didn't find them attractive.

Come to think about it, the only guy he found attractive was his best friend Austin. The way that Austin kissed him so pasionately, running his fingers through Daron's soft black hair,it was amazing.

But Daron was more attracted to girls than anything. Unfortunately, most of the girls he talked to thought he was a freak. They looked at him like he was a Satanic weirdo and joined in with the jocks, calling him that hated word.

The rage he got from the echoes of that word in his head was what allowed him to open the cabinet. To his joy, he found three hunting rifles, two revolvers, and a sawed-off shotgun. Now he had a decission to make.

It would be way too obvoius if he came to school wearing the tell-tale black trenchcoat with rifles underneath. It had been done way too many times before.

He picked up the revolvers and smiled. They could be easily hidden, were light and easy to use, and they happened to be daron's favorite type of gun. Each held six bullets so he would have to plot out his victims carefully, considering there would be no way to reload amoungst the chaos he would send the students into. Fortunatly, he had a few people in mind:

Josh Huntingrove, the all-mighty captain of the football team. He was the instigator. He was the one who started the trend of beating on Daron and calling him those horrid names. This boy was number one.

Second in line was Frank Vinito, Josh's second in command. This pompus jackass was a whopping 280lbs. at 6'0" and made a point of smashing Daron into lockers until it felt like his back broke. This scumbag was going down.

Third was Catelin Monroe, that bitch. She was the leader of the preppy bitches. And to think, this girl went out with him last year only to dump him for some jock and then spread rumors to everyone about Daron and Austin's relationship.

There were more but these were the top three and they would suffer. Daron walked away with his weapons of choice to his bedroom to wait for tomorrow to come.

And it came quickly and as he walked through the doors of his hell-hole high school. Maybe this would be his last time ever walking trough these doors. No, it would deffinately be the last time he would walk through these doors, these halls, these classes. The final time.

His first three classes were hell as usual, but he knew his suffering was only until 5th period. He smiled at the thought of Josh and the others dying painfully in pools of thier own blood.1

His plan was to walk non-chalantly through the back hall where most of his victims would be, whip out his revolvers, and fire. He could just imagine the screams of terror, the running of frightened students, and the panic of teachers and other faculty.2

It almost took forever for 4th period to end, and Daron sighed happily as the bell rang. He plugged his headphones into his ears and flipped his mp3 player on as he trotted to the back hall.3

He saw Jason at his locker and smiled gleefully.4

"Hey Jay!" Daron called to him, gripping the revolver in his hoodie pocket.5

"What, faggot?" Jason questioned, looking at him in annoyance.6

"DON'T CALL ME A FAGGOT, MOTHER FUCKING JOCK!" Daron screamed, whipping the gun out and firing a round into Jason, hitting him square in the head. Jason fell to his knees then flat on his face, dead.7

Students began screaming as daron fired more shots into the frenzied crowd. Ironically, the song on his player was "Glad to See You Go" by the Ramones.8

"One bullet in the cyllander, and in a moment of passion, get the glory like Charles Manson"9

He smiled and began to chase his victims down like a lion hunting gazel on the plains of Africa. The soundtrack to this event was as beautiful as the first thought of doing this. He never felt happier as his enemies fell to thier knees in defeat. He was on top of the world. He was in control. He was-10

-shot.11

Out of nowhere, it seemed, a lone bullet struck him in the back and sent him falling to the floor. He knew it was a bullet, the pain was searing and he heard the bang. His ears picked up the voice of the S.R.O. speaking into his walkie-talkie, reporting that the incident was over.12

Over? Daron tensed his muscles and tried to get up but he had no strength. He could feel the blood draining out of wound down his back and onto his jeans. He coughed but found it hard to breathe.13

He knew at that point that he would deffinately never walk through those high school doors ever agian. He was going to die. The bullet had penetrated into something important and his life was draining as his head became dizzy.14

He had done what had to be done. But for what? The cost was his own life. He would not only never walk through those doors again, he would never walk, period. He'd never love anyone, never drive a car, never hold a steady job, get married. Nothing. His life was over.15

Still, he had no regrets. He had done what needed to be done. He had succeeded. All those who made his life hell were in hell now. He wasn't sure where he'd go. Most likely follow them down but he didn't care. Atleast those fools got what was coming to them.16

With all his remaining strength, he lifted his head up to take one last look at these halls. He would go down in history for this, damn sure. His cocky smile soon faded though when he saw, standing looking down at him solemly, his Austin.17

The boy just stood there, his green eyes welling up with tears. The image destroyed daron, for now he knew that this was wrong. 18

"Why, Daron?" Austin asked, sobbing, "Why?"19

Daron's eyes, too, began to well-up with tears as he realized that he had just wrecked everything. Maybe he could have survived being bullied. It was only for two more years then high school would be done. He never had to shoot to kill. 20

He tried to answer his friend and tell him that this had to happen but his body began to tremble violently. He tried to speak but only gasps came out and his head bounced off the ground. Soon, everything went black. His breathing ceased but the image of Austin was forever burned into his head.21

One bullet in the cyllander. 22