I Am A School Shooting Survivor. The Violence From ICE Is Triggering My Trauma In Ways I Never Expected.

The thing I remember most from the shooting at my high school is the screaming.

I got “lucky” in the sense that at the last second, I had decided to go straight upstairs to class instead of hopping in the breakfast kiosk line or running to give my economics teacher something before I forgot. Both of those decisions would’ve put me right in the epicenter, but ultimately, I was upstairs when the shooting started. I was spared seeing the shooter or his victims. I was spared having to run. What I was not spared was hearing the screaming of my peers as our world was knocked off its axis by the business end of a gun.