You ran as fast as you could after you got the call. You didn't know how this happened. Just a few hours ago, everything was fine. You were walking Nâdiya to the bus after school let out, kissed her, and told her to text you when she got home, but apparently, the universe had a different idea.

When the hospital called you because of an accident on the bus, your heart almost stopped right there and then. According to the voice on the other end of the phone, there was a shooter in the bus, 2 people died, and 6 were in the hospital, one of whom was Nâdiya, your Nâdiya.

You immediately ran to the hospital, bursting through the doors. Panicked parents were talking to the receptionist, who definitely looked overwhelmed; you even saw Nâdiya's parents. But you didn't care in that moment, you pushed past the crowd and asked where Nâdiya was. The woman said she was in surgery, and your heart dropped to the core of the earth.

You felt Nâdiya's mother's hand on your arm, and she led you to the waiting room, where you saw her father and her little brother. You sat down, not noticing the tears running down your cheeks as your head went through every possibility that could happen to her.