on the lights, Turn on the lights!" I kept going
afraid to look back. That was the exit to theater 9, the one next
door..the one with the little girl..the one with what sounded like
gun shots.
I
noticed the fogginess of the lobby, but I didn't care for that. I
kept running as I could feel the gas getting to me, my throat and
eyes started to have a stinging, burning type of sensation. The first
thing that had crossed my mind was pepper spray, I was sure of it.
I
looked back to see my brother covering his mouth and noise with his
shirt, looking past the ramp out to the lobby with a stoic expression
plastered on his face, watching as people huddled together near the
entrance crying and screaming.
There
was one guy in front of me, in front of me by inches at the most when
his leg started bleeding, Alex asked what happened to him, he said he
got hit by a firework. It made me calm down a bit, though there was
to much blood for it to be a firework. I didn't think about that at
the time. I can't say if he got hit while we were running or if the
wound just caught up with his adrenaline but he didn't start bleeding
till after we were about halfway down the staircase.
Alex
ran ahead of him dragging me along. We stopped at the lobby front
reassuring everyone that looked to be having a mental break down that
it was just an idiot with fireworks when a cop came in and said
"Everyone get out now,
fast!
"
I
looked around to try and find everyone we talked to before hand when
I noticed the guy that was shot from before was stopped on the bottom
of the staircase panting heavily, I tried to go back to help him
outside, but Alex grabbed my shirt and pulled me out of the building.
It
was pure chaos at its finest, watching the people come out was a
thousand times worse then getting shot at.
But
besides this one evil, there was so much good. People were taking off
their belts and shirts wrapping people up and trying to stop the
blood, one woman you could just tell she had a fear of blood, as she
was looking away from the chaos, but she held her hand to another
woman's wound anyway.
A
girl in her teens was covered in blood sitting on the curb just
staring in to thin air, wide-eyed as if it was the most interesting
thing in the world. She wouldn't even reply when multiple people
would ask her if she was hurt, a man just watched her, waiting. Then
picked her up and carried her to a ambulance since she wouldn't talk.
People
were coming out caked in blood, some were limping, people were
collapsing. But nothing. I REPEAT. NOTHING. Was worse then seeing
that cop come out with the little girl I talked to moments before
getting in line. I didn't see her face. but I would know that hair
anywhere. He said she wasn't breathing and rushed her to some other
cops who then took her. Some woman was crying on the phone saying she
saw holes in her back. It broke me. I would have fallen to the ground
if it wasn't for my brother holding my waist.
We
stuck like glue to Devin and Larry from theater 8 when we found them
again, as we watched and mourned over those being taken from the
crowd in blankets more and more cops and SWAT went to the building,
at the very least a hundred altogether.
Soon
they had brought out dogs and a helicopter and surrounded the whole
place. Almost 3 hospitals sent out all their ambulances and there
still wasn't enough. Cops took it upon themselves to take the wounded
in their cars.
They
made the ones from theater 8 and theater 9 that weren't badly harmed
go to the left side of the building as some of us wandered slightly
towards the back to speak to the cops. We were unaware the shooter
was at the back of the building watching us the whole time.
One
of the cops speakers went off saying there was 7 bodies in theater 9
and they needed help ASAP! You could hear the crying of what sounded
to be a young women in the background. I had to close my eyes to stop
the tears from flowing once again. Somehow during the chaos we found
almost
afraid to look back. That was the exit to theater 9, the one next
door..the one with the little girl..the one with what sounded like
gun shots.
I
noticed the fogginess of the lobby, but I didn't care for that. I
kept running as I could feel the gas getting to me, my throat and
eyes started to have a stinging, burning type of sensation. The first
thing that had crossed my mind was pepper spray, I was sure of it.
I
looked back to see my brother covering his mouth and noise with his
shirt, looking past the ramp out to the lobby with a stoic expression
plastered on his face, watching as people huddled together near the
entrance crying and screaming.
There
was one guy in front of me, in front of me by inches at the most when
his leg started bleeding, Alex asked what happened to him, he said he
got hit by a firework. It made me calm down a bit, though there was
to much blood for it to be a firework. I didn't think about that at
the time. I can't say if he got hit while we were running or if the
wound just caught up with his adrenaline but he didn't start bleeding
till after we were about halfway down the staircase.
Alex
ran ahead of him dragging me along. We stopped at the lobby front
reassuring everyone that looked to be having a mental break down that
it was just an idiot with fireworks when a cop came in and said
"Everyone get out now,
fast!
"
I
looked around to try and find everyone we talked to before hand when
I noticed the guy that was shot from before was stopped on the bottom
of the staircase panting heavily, I tried to go back to help him
outside, but Alex grabbed my shirt and pulled me out of the building.
It
was pure chaos at its finest, watching the people come out was a
thousand times worse then getting shot at.
But
besides this one evil, there was so much good. People were taking off
their belts and shirts wrapping people up and trying to stop the
blood, one woman you could just tell she had a fear of blood, as she
was looking away from the chaos, but she held her hand to another
woman's wound anyway.
A
girl in her teens was covered in blood sitting on the curb just
staring in to thin air, wide-eyed as if it was the most interesting
thing in the world. She wouldn't even reply when multiple people
would ask her if she was hurt, a man just watched her, waiting. Then
picked her up and carried her to a ambulance since she wouldn't talk.
People
were coming out caked in blood, some were limping, people were
collapsing. But nothing. I REPEAT. NOTHING. Was worse then seeing
that cop come out with the little girl I talked to moments before
getting in line. I didn't see her face. but I would know that hair
anywhere. He said she wasn't breathing and rushed her to some other
cops who then took her. Some woman was crying on the phone saying she
saw holes in her back. It broke me. I would have fallen to the ground
if it wasn't for my brother holding my waist.
We
stuck like glue to Devin and Larry from theater 8 when we found them
again, as we watched and mourned over those being taken from the
crowd in blankets more and more cops and SWAT went to the building,
at the very least a hundred altogether.
Soon
they had brought out dogs and a helicopter and surrounded the whole
place. Almost 3 hospitals sent out all their ambulances and there
still wasn't enough. Cops took it upon themselves to take the wounded
in their cars.
They
made the ones from theater 8 and theater 9 that weren't badly harmed
go to the left side of the building as some of us wandered slightly
towards the back to speak to the cops. We were unaware the shooter
was at the back of the building watching us the whole time.
One
of the cops speakers went off saying there was 7 bodies in theater 9
and they needed help ASAP! You could hear the crying of what sounded
to be a young women in the background. I had to close my eyes to stop
the tears from flowing once again. Somehow during the chaos we found
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