FlashBacks by Shelby Alexander (reading women .txt) 📕

/> "Don't scream." He said gently.
She didn't scream. She laid there scared to say one word that might trigger him to shoot her.. She didn't want to die.. As much as she wanted to the night before, many nights before, she would've never been able to go through with it. She wondered if there was anyone else in this room.. Then she remembered reading something about people who shoot up schools.. They do it for a reason. Fear, anger, or because they were just plan crazy. Maybe if she talked to him, told him her name he would let her go. It was worth a shot. If he was crazy she had no chance of survival anyways…Before she could open her mouth he put duct tape over it. He took the blind fold off and she saw him.
He had jet black hair with cold grey eyes and was wearing all black with combat boots. He looked like the type of guy you would see and not think twice about. He didn't look crazy but scared. More than scared frightened. He started pacing the room. She tried getting loose but it seemed every time she thought she had escaped the rope, it kept getting tighter. She looked around the room no one else was there. Was she maybe his one target, but why? She was the least popular girl in school no one would be sad if she were to die in this classroom. He froze, looked at me, shook his head and proceeded to pace the floor. Her wrist squeezed through. All she had to do was get her legs free..
She reached forward, tried reaching for the knot that tied her legs together. She chanced a glance at him. A frightened expression came upon her face. The guy was looking at her, he saw her get free. The look on his face was a mixture of amusement and annoyance. He slowly walked towards her, grabbed the top of her head and bent down. She was forced to look into his grey, cold eyes.
He said. "I wouldn't have hurt you, but you left me no choice." He grabbed a chunk of hair, and slammed her head against the desk.
When she woke up there he was sitting on a desk. He had sweat beads running down his forehead and when she stirred he looked up. He had a huge grin on his face, but he still looked scared. The gun was sitting in his lap, his hand around the trigger. He cleared his throat.
"Good morning sunshine... or should I say... later in the afternoon… Did you have a good… nap?" He said and walked towards her.
She had blood dripping on the side of her face, a cloth was around her mouth and she looked terrified. He touched her face and whispered. "Everything is going to be okay, I won't hurt you."
There was fear in her eyes as she looked up at him. Why was he doing this? What did he want from her? He walked back over to the window.
"They've been out there for hours; I think they are starting to lose hope. Or maybe they don't think anyone is in here, which is good for us. I have big plans for you." He said turning his face so she can see him wink at her. Just then a gush of air filled the closed off room. All you heard was breaking glass and thuds in the man's body. He flew a couple of inches and fell to the ground with a light thump. His head angled to the side so she can look into the man's cold, dead eyes.
Everything else just whizzed by. People were grabbing her, putting her into an ambulance and her being in the hospital. She also passed out, which scared everyone. There was nothing wrong with her besides a mild concussion.
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A couple months after the shooting, everything was back to almost normal. Actually things were abnormal. Her mother had become really nice doing everything she wanted. It was as if her mother felt sorry. Maybe she did love her that was possibly true.
School had become one of two things; a walk down a horrible cream filled memory lane or a walk in the most beautiful park you ever laid eyes on. Either way, people were nice and helpful. Everyone seemed to want to be friends.
How her life had changed since that day. What people didn't know didn't hurt them right? She had dreams about those eyes… Those, gray… cold… eyes… He killed her every time. Was that survivor's guilt? He had said something, even if she was a bit delirious… He had something planned for her. What was it?
She knew whose eyes those were… She couldn't quite put her finger on it. So she laid in bed thinking, waiting for the answers. Her eyes were closed; a breeze flowed into the room and hit her face. Before she could open her eyes, a hand was drawn over her mouth.
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30 years prior

A boy of around the age of 12 is sitting on his bed, feet dangling off the edge of the twin sized bed. His head is down, his eyes are closed and it seems like he is in deep thought. The room is littered with notebook paper and weird drawings. The boy suddenly jerks his head up. His eyes are all white, but slowly color fades back into them. His bedroom door violently bursts open and his father appears, stumbling and drunken. His mother is a little ways behind his father, cowering in fear like she knows exactly what is going to happen.
"I told you boy, not do draw anymore pictures like this." He stammers and goes to grab some papers but stumbles and trips.
His father sits there for a moment but gets back up, looking a little disoriented. He turns around faces his son. The boy is not looking scared nor like anything bad is going to happen; but his dad reaches back, handful of fist.
Time freezes, everything is still everything except the boy. His eyes are gray and they show no emotion. Sitting next to him is a man. He's wearing a suit, red tie he looks professional like.
"I told you, if you keep drawing. If you keep thinking the way you do. Everything is going to be alright." He said. "I have big plans for you."
When the boy wakes up, he is sweating and looks very scared. He has a black eye.
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15 years prior

Alarm clock rings to life. He sits up feet planted on the ground off the edge of his bed. He head is down. Again with the dreams of a man in a suit telling him he has big plans, so much for big. He has a desk job at some big shot attorney's office. What he does have though is a wife and a baby on the way. He lifts his head up and looks at his wife asleep on the other side of the bed. He stands, walks to the bathroom, takes a shower and gets dressed. He kisses his wife's forehead, leaves a note on the bedside table that he loves her and heads out the door.
Traffic was horrible and he was late for work, again. The boss man finally had enough of his tardiness and walked into his little office area.
" You have.." the man started.
Time froze yet again, and there was the man in the suit. The man sat on the desk looking a little amused.
"You're getting fired, your wife is leaving you and when you wake you will be alone in a small padded room and I have plans for you, big plans." The man in the suit says.
He wakes up in a small area. A padded room, straight jacket he looks around the room scared.
"What the hell is going on?" he said aloud
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The day before the shooting

He's been in this metal hospital for 15 years, not remembering what he did. A paper from 20 years ago stated that he had murdered that big shot attorney. Plead insane and won. Now he resided in this metal institution. He was crazy now no doubt. Not remembering murdering someone and not remember his wife leaving him. Just remembering some man popping out of nowhere telling him he had big plans. What were the big plans? What did he have to do? He was going insane. He ran at the door of the cell and screamed. Security guards came around the corner holding knight sticks. Time froze; the man in the suit was sitting on the cot.
"Nice place you have here" the man said smiling.
"What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?" he said slowly and angrily.
"I've told you since you were a little boy, I have big plans for you." The man said still smiling.
"What are you? What do you want? How do you do this? What's going on? What are the big plans?" he said so fast he had to catch his breath after he said it.
"I am person from the past, and someone from the future. I have big plans for you, you might not like how this is going to end but it has to be you. Your daughter is in school, she has the same gift as you. She just doesn't realize it. All you have to do is go shoot up her school." The man explained.
"My daughter? What gift? What are you doing to her??" he said moving towards that man.
"You'll realize everything when the time is right." The man said walking towards him. He touched his head and he woke in an alley way. An alley way in his old town.
Everything became clear, everything he was supposed to do. He walked down the alley way and into the local high school.

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She woke up in bed, with a husband and a baby in the baby bed against the wall. She was a little confused but then she saw the man the day she was held hostage with the day of the school shooting. He looked so familiar, who was he!?

“One day, everything will all make sense.” He said in a whisper. He walked over to the baby bed and touched the babies head.

“Who are you!?” she screamed. Her husband rolled over but didn’t wake up.

“I have big plans for you.” He said and disappeared.

What was going on? She ran over to the baby bed and there was a picture of an eye and under it, in a different language it read. “He is watching you.”

Time froze and the man with gray eyes was behind her and then that white flash he knew all too well and she was in a mental institution. Then another white flash, and she was in an alley way. She was following the same course he was. Then when she was holding her baby daughter hostage she came to realize what was going to happen. She was going to die for all the wrong doings that her family imposed on a gypsy family two hundred years ago. Like all her fathers before her, she was killed like the bad guy her ancestors were and she did so peacefully. Like father, like daughter.


And If

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Rhonda could not believe what she was hearing. Her girlfriend of almost a year and a half was breaking up with her. She stood staring out the window with her back to Anna. Anna had her eyes on Rhonda’s profile. She was in love with her but if her parents