Mirror (story)

It was just like any other time. You know, when everything feels kind of off, and then suddenly it all quiets down, really quickly. Except this time it didn’t quiet down; not at all. It just got louder and crazier. That’s the problem sometimes. You can never really tell what’s going to happen until it does. And then it’s just too late to worry about anything else.
Ah, I’m assuming you think that I am crazy starting like this. But I have a good reason. Sometimes a story needs a dramatic beginning. How else can it ever really get off the ground? And let me tell you, this is one story that is going to lift off quite quickly.
You see, it all began when I had a bad feeling. Yes, it sounds crazy. But let me explain. My feelings know things, even if I don’t know what is going to happen. I trust my feeling more then I trust most people. So when I have a bad feeling, I listen. And this one was an especially bad feeling. It was so hard to shake it; I just knew something had to be coming soon. It was total agony.
Right, so about this bad feeling. It happened when I was sitting in class. It kind of caught me unawares. It was weird. I thought something was happening right there. It wasn’t, but I didn’t know that. I just knew something was right then, or about to be really wrong. And I knew I had to go. More than anything I had to leave. I quickly shuffled around all my work, packed up my laptop, and put all my stuff into my backpack. I must have seemed really off, because I was getting worried looks from everyone around me, especially john. He looked pretty worried. He asked me what was wrong. I just mentioned something vague about my mom, and kept packing. I had to leave. That’s all the feeling was telling me. The problem was that I did not know that it was too late. Too late to leave, or try to find some safety. Everything was already happening.
So I continued to pack my things. I slinked to the door, trying not to disturb class. I sneaked to the door, and then reached for the doorknob, trying to leave. I did not even make it that far. The door burst open, smashing me in the face.
I don’t remember very much after that, for a while. There was some screaming, some yelling. I think I remember gunshots, but I’m not sure. All I really knew was that my head really hurt. Like, really badly hurt. And then there was darkness all around, and I couldn’t hear anything. There was a lot of darkness. It surrounded me. I don’t remember much after that, mostly small flashes. There was someone in a blue uniform. There were sharp pains in my arms. There were streaking colours passing before my eyes. And there was always more darkness.
I woke up.
It must have been light outside, or else there were lights on around me. I could see the light through my eyelids. I did not feel tired anymore. I raised my eyelids slowly. I was in a bed. There was a massive window beside me, light from outside gleaming off the white sheets that i was lying under. I felt safe. The feeling was overwhelming. It must have been the morning, because the light got brighter from the window.
I heard footsteps, and turned to look to the other side of the room, away from the window. There a man walked in, dressed in medical scrubs and a lab coat. He strode to the foot of my bed, and leaning down, picked up my medical chart. He glanced over it, put it back, and took a small PDA out of one of the pockets on the coat. He proceeded to write in it for a second, before asking me questions. They came as a barrage towards me, never having enough time between to give any real answers. Finally, the man stopped, and introduced himself as my doctor at the hospital. He told me that I had been here for two days. He then, in an almost melancholy tone, told me I was a hero to many people.
Wait, pardon? I was a hero?