Columbine shooting: a personal account

My memory is a bit hazy, properly because I have repressed the memory a bit. Therefore, I am properly wrong about some things. Back in I think the end of the 1980s or 1990s on a Tuesday in spring I think.

I don’t remember that much about the morning hours except that before I had walked out of my front door I had this strange feeling that something was off. the weirdest thing about it is that I would later find out that some of my peers also felt that feeling and decided to stay home because of it. I don’t remember much after that but at nine o clock I was eating lunch with my friends outside when we heard maybe two or three loud banging sounds coming from the other side of the building. At first, we wrote it off as being construction or something along those lines. But when we heard screaming and banging from inside the school it dawned on us that it was something else.

I remember running into the building to see what it was. I opened the door and saw a figure about my height enter a classroom. After the figure had entered, I heard crying from the room followed shortly after by a clear sound of a gunshot and screaming. After that, I just began running towards the door I had entered through. When I got out my friends were standing in the outskirts of a small patch of trees surrounding the school. I went over to my friends and we stood there not saying anything for maybe twenty to thirty minutes. It was around that time we could hear the sounds of what sounded like hundreds of sirens getting closer and closer. When the cops arrived, an officer who was patrolling the area saw us and led us to safety. Standing at the front of the school, I remember being told what had happened and feeling this existential dread that I still feel to this day whenever I think back on it. It was this feeling of knowing that I could have been one of the people who were murdered that day if I had done something like seeing who the figure I saw enter the classroom was, who I know now was Eric Klebold. After the events of that day, I have gotten many trust issues and I have been diagnosed with PTSD. Why I am talking about this is because of the recurring school shootings and it makes me so sad that more and more kids have to go through that.