Shes the one

Date: 12/30/2019

We (my little sister, shakira, and my self) were in a hall on the top floor of a skyscraper building. I noticed there were a lot of armed police around but paid no attention to it and carried on with whatever we were doing. Then 5 people came in with guns, trying to take over the place. The police then step forward to prevent them while everyone else got down on the ground with their hands over their head. There's a lot of pushing and shoving as we try to get down. Shakira ended up being pushed to the wall about 5 feet away from us. A lot happened in a very short amount of time. One of the gunmen tried to pull his gun on a woman in the crowd. The police were trying to stop this from happening, but somehow, a police officer at the far left of the room got shot. I remember hearing his best friend say "that nearly got you" and the other guy just looked up at him and you see this gaping hole in his stomach about a foot in diameter before he fell to the floor as he was dead already. Someone then screamed for us all to get out, so everyone ran straight for the same door, taking the stairs and the elevator for the disabled as bullets flew everywhere. Paige then noticed that Shakira left some important documents when she was there, so we ran back to get them. As we tried to leave again, paige then saw that Shakira was actually laying on the floor still. I told Paige to wait for the elevator, and if I wasn't back in 5 minutes, she was to get in the elevator and leave without me, I won't be far behind. So I went back to get shakira. She looked unconscious. Somehow, a shopping trolley came out of nowhere, so I tried to lift Shakira into the trolley, but I couldn't get her above my knees. So I tried to get her to wake up, and she wouldn't she kept saying to just leave her here, but by this time, the room was already empty. I told her if she doesn't get herself up and put herself on the trolly so we can leave, they will be back, and they will kill her because there's nobody else in the room. Sure to say she got up, and we legged it to the elevator. By the time we got there, my little sister had already gone, so we pressed the button to wait, as there was no way we were going to get the stairs down from over 100 floors up. After I push the button those 5 guys with guns came back from that room towards us I pretended I didn't recognise them and just said "hi", while thinking shit shit shit we're going to die. The lead guy took charge and took 3 others up the stairs on the left of the lift. They went up, round to the right and back down. He did it again another 3 times, but he wasn't actually going anywhere he thought he was going down, but clearly, he was going up, right and down again. He got frustrated, and as the lift got to our floor, he punched me square in the face as I tried to step in. This was because I hadn't asked for his permission to use the lift. Well, we stood and watched his frustration get worse. We hear the Roaring of a car come up the stairs it was coming up to squash these 5 people with guns. But we all got the same idea to hide on the staircase to the left of the elevator, which wasn't able to hold 7 people and collapse down. I then discovered that if I was closer to the edge bottom of where the stairs were, that's the weakest point we could fall down a couple of stairs at time. So Shakira and I snuck off and fell 5-6 floors at a time. We just left the others there. We managed to get down to only 15 floors left. By this time, we were both exhausted, Shakira, more so as I was still running on adrenaline. As I waited for Shakira to be ready, the other five caught up with us. They were pissed off. As shakira looked exhausted, and I didn't, all 4 came to pick on me. The other went to hold shakira back so she didn't go and help. They were kicking me punching me left right and Centre. Once I they had finished, I fell to my knees. I looked up across to Shakira with a bloody face and just smiled. The one holding Shakira back noticed and made a comment about how the way I look at her is pure love and then spat at shakira. Eventually, the car began to catch up with us again, and I grabbed Shakira's wrist and yanked her with me down to where the weakest point on the stairs was. We made it to the bottom just as the entire staircase collapsed. We never see those 5 people again. As we left the building, everyone was clapping as if we were the heroes, but we didn't do anything other than escape just as everyone else did. We were just slower. We were invited to some posh Mansion for dinner and so we said why the fuck not. This Mansion was very strange we had to walk through 8 hallways five bedrooms and 6 toilets to get to the dining room with all sorts of people on the sides of each room sat on benches either crying or kissing each other. By the time we reached the table there were menus at each place. The people there belittled both myself and Shakira and then began saying that the menus were similar to how we would have taken a multiple choices in GCSE. They then had a go at us to turn our phones off even though they weren't going off or even out of our pocket, then tried to show us how to turn them off like we were both stupid.