[ WP ] A young , mentally distraught high school student , weapon in tow , decides to shoot up his school before taking his own life . Just before the moment of truth , another student in his class opens fire on his class mates . What does he do next ?

As soon as he pushed the'Record' button on his camcorder, the teenager stepped back so he would be in the shot. While the camera sat on top of the dingy sink, recording the scrawny boy who was wearing a black trenchcoat, the kid took a breath while holding the assault rifle in his trembling hands. 
 
 `` My... my name is Chris Mansfield,'' began the teenager as he tried to speak confidently. Considering what he was going to do, he knew that he had to make his last video entry count before it went to the news. `` I am sixteen years old, and I attended the living *hell* which is known as Boliva --'' 
 
 The sound of a loud gunshot interrupted Chris, making him crouch down instinctively. He looked back at the door of the empty restroom, making sure that it was still locked, before another loud gunshot was heard, followed by the sound of several screams. 
 
 *Is... is this real? * thought Chris to himself. *Am I really not the only one doing this? * 
 
 A million thoughts began to rush through his head like a tidal wave, throwing him off his focus as he tried to think of what to do. Should he save them? Should he join in? Maybe if he just stayed in here, then he could jus -- 
 
 A loud array of gunshots interrupted Chris's train of thought, sounding like something from a full-blown automatic rifle. However, that fact was n't what made Chris begin to worry; it was that he could now hear *two* separate guns going off at the same time. 
 
 *A double job? * thought Chris with a growing sense of terror. *Like Columbine? * *Or Elephant? I did n't even think that there was anyone els -- * 
 
 `` AAAAHHHH, HA HA HA HAAAA!!!'' A maniacal voice could be heard running down the halls past the bathroom. `` RUN, YOU LITTLE FUCKERS!!! RUN LIKE THE LITTLE SHITS YOU ARE!!!'' 
 
 Chris's breathing began to increase rapidly, recognizing that voice instantly. Even though he never really talked with him too often ( except when talking with the Principal about one of the many bullyings he received ), he could tell it was the school's Security Guard from that raspy tone alone. Of course, hearing him say *that* was n't exactly what Chris would've ever expected. 
 
 More screams could be heard as the gunshots continued, now becoming more frantic as they seemingly came from all around. Bodies could be heard falling to the floor, along with other sounds that Chris could n't recognize. They were like little slaps, or maybe -- 
 
 A loud bang came as something hard hit the bathroom door. A male's voice could be heard screaming in a frantic cry, but was quickly overpowered by the maniacal laughter of some girl. Suddenly, those sounds became clear to Chris when he looked down, seeing a puddle of blood begin to seep underneath the doorway. 
 
 Someone was being stabbed. 
 
 `` Wha... what the...'' 
 
 Chris did n't want to say anything to alert his presence, but his feeble voice was nothing compared to the chaos he could hear outside. Screams, gunshots and laughter were all that could be heard as the teenager walked back against the wall, realizing that something much worse than he ever could've planned was happening before him. 
 
 Panting heavily, he looked back at the camcorder, that was still recording as the sounds of mayhem became worse. Keeping the gun tightly clenched in his hands, Chris stumbled over to the sink, pulling the camera down to hold it while he was crouched down on the linoleum floor. 
 
 `` What the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK?'' As the camera recorded Chris's increasingly sweating face from its downward angle, his eyes darted between the camera lens and the door as the banging against it became stronger. `` I... Oh my god, I...'' 
 
 Chris looked back to the camera one last time before he turned off the feed. `` I think the school turned fucking insane.''
