David [the guy I like] and I, and some of his and my other friends were at a performance at the Performing Arts Center in Anchorage, Alaska. The show was great and enjoyable. It was a magic show, with some kickass bands as well. But about halfway through the show, we get an announcement that there is a crazy gunman shooting around in the building and it's unknown what part of the building he is in at the moment. They were trying to tell everyone to calm down and get into a line, but that wasn't going to happen. People were screaming and running all around. David and I got seperated. So I was with some other teenagers who I had no idea who they were. We decided to hide somewhere where we thourght the gunman couldn't find us... so we went into a little interactive display of Alaska in the basement. We were all huddled in the corner as quiet as could be... then we see a dark figure come in through one of the doors. It just so happens to be the gunman. I was about to scream and run for my life, but the other teenages told me to be quiet. So they basically had to force me to be quiet. The gunman went into the little plastic "cave" and shot... he had shot a pregnant mother... all of us ran quickly out to the higher level. As I was watching the gunman, I noticed he was very familer... he was the same guy who had shot my father and he had gone insane. But why was he at the Performing Arts Center? was he looking for me? Or one of my family members? I knew I had to get out... While up on the higher level, everyone got seperated, so I was standing in the crowd looking for a familer face, then I get grabbed from the waist and I freak shit out. It was only David... he had found me again, so David and I were trying to find a way out of the place but it was like a maze, it was impossible. We were in a low "crevice" with some other people attending the show and then we hear a commotion coming from the hall... and yep, a gunshot. David throws his backpack so that it breaks the window, so that we could get out... The problem is, not everybody could fit through it only smaller people, like me. He told me to go. I didn't want to, he told me to get out now. So I did as I was told. Once out of the building, he told me to catch a boat, so I scramble down the road alone in the dark. Once I get to the boat. I hear some girls talking... they are talking about David and how hot he is. They ask me if I think he's hot, and I'm just like... he's more than that, trust me. Then I board the boat. Then there is no more David, no more life. That same killer strikes my life once again, killing me a little bit on the inside. Yeah my dad got shot in real life.