He sighed to himself, there was nothing he could do now but wait. He had already prepared, told everyone that he wasn't going to live to see the sun rise again. Some had cried, others had held it together, others didn't believe him at all.
He sat in the dimly lit house, waiting for death. He was wrapped in his cloak, a pistol in his hand. He ignored the phone as it rang constantly, and said one final farewell to his friends and family before rising and walking out the door.
He got into his mom's car. He wasn't old enough to drive yet, but that he had in the past. He drove himself to his school. He didn't know what attracted him there but he pulled into the empty parking lot. It was a small school, only a branch of the main highschool, it was only meant to house 40 kids. He climbed up along the railing and pulled himself onto the roof. There was a small balcony there and he lay down, staring at the stars.
He heard the van pull in. The doors of it sliding open and people jumping out. He didn't bother to look though, he knew that there was too many for him to handle. It took them a moment for them to find where he was, he didn't care though. They climbed onto the roof and he rose from his position.
He stared into the faces of those around him. Faces of people he had once called friends.
He said no last words, just held the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, his body falling into a crumpled heap.
Some had cried, others had held it together, others didn't believe him at all. But they had all known, he was innocent.