Boom
Ever so happily she joined the jest and partying, the drugs starting to take affect.
She laughed hysterically drawing attention, her mind swam with thoughts, and still one was foremost.
In her mind she counted down with the clock.
Somehow punctual.
Oh, so punctual.
Five,
Four,
Three,
Two,
One,
Boom.
Everyone.
Everything.
Demolished, the last thoughts in there heads were drunk happiness and alcoholic attraction.
Still her charred remains lie there with a satisfied smirk.
The firemen climbed the ashes and mounds of burnt body’s, never to find a suspect or their cause for devastation.
No one would ever know, ever.
The pain died with her, and the hatred welling inside was engulfed in the bigger flames.
No one made it out.
One hundred and one people were killed that night.
Odd how she was the one, making the one hundred seem uneven, but then it had always been that way.
Hadn’t it?
Boom…
What a Funny word
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Submission Name: Boom
