PARKLAND, Fla. _ Only when she saw the blood did Daniela Menescal grasp what it meant.
Her blood seeped from her hip and thigh through her white pants; the blood of others splattered there, too.
She took in the bullet-riddled laptops, the shattered glass and then, just a few feet away, the image that will always stay with her: the bodies of her two classmates, Nick Dworet and Helena Ramsay, nestled together, his head on her lap.
"I think about it every day. It's something that I can't control."
At 17 years old, the enormity of the Feb. 14 rampage at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High is hard for her to grapple with. She will always carry tiny bullet fragments embedded underneath her skin. She hasn't cried in recent days. Perhaps she is in denial, she thinks.
Nearly two months after the shooting, images haunt the students and teachers who were inside the classrooms ambushed that day.
These survivors live with anxiety and fear, sleepless nights and wandering thoughts _ unable to escape the sights, sounds and smells of Feb. 14: The crunch of glass beneath their feet. Gun smoke so thick it veiled classrooms. Blood-smeared hallways. The moans of the wounded.
"What stays with me is hearing one of my classmates cry for help," said Stephany De Oliveira, a senior in Room 1213, on the first floor across the hall from Menescal's class. Four students were shot in Room 1213 and one died.
Memories of Carmen Schentrup lying lifeless on the classroom floor torment De Oliveira. She doesn't want to remember her that way, but instead as the genuine and intelligent girl she was. They had known each other for years, sharing classes and walking to the bus together.
"That's been really hard knowing that we were the very few who saw her in her final moments, and we couldn't do anything," said De Oliveira, 18. "Everybody's been telling me it's survivor's guilt, but it's very real, and it's not going away anytime soon."
