Today I read about how playing games after trauma reduces the chance of PTSD and depression. Today I am absolutely devastated that my school has so much glass and open space. The books will smell like copper for years. I can see flashing lights out the window, far below me. I know I’m safe in the library because the boy in black has been here already. There is a body, one shelf to the right. I beat my Tetris high score again and again.