"Now, now honey don't move" cooed the annoyingly come voice
"if you do the bomb will just go off faster" said the second more menacing voice
I whimpered and tried to stay as still as possible as the two strange psychos duct taped a bomb to my back.
"Aww don't scare the poor thing" mocked the first voice
I chanced a look at my mother who was gagged and taped to the bed beside me. She looked at me with teary eyes and gave a muffled cry. A sharp slap made me cry out.
"Don't move I said" warned the second voice.
I sniffed and gave a quick glance at my mother then back at the two men who had finished strapping the bomb to me.
"I think she just wants to talk with her mommy" smirked the first man
He roughly took the tape off my mothers mouth she gasped and then looked at me.
"oh baby don't cry we will be fine" she cried
"Well I don't know about the little girl but times up for you sweet cheeks" said that disgusting second voice.
A hurried beeping. A blood curdling scream. And she was gone.
"NO!!" I cried
Then my father rushed through the door with the same bomb strapped to his back that was strapped to mine.
"I couldn't get the money the police were chasing me and there on there way" said my father.
"Well that's not what we wanted to hear" said the first voice.
The same beeping. The same noise of realization. And he was gone too.
"now for you" said the second voice again.
Hurried beeping. I stopped breathing and closed my eyes.
I awoke in a cold sweat. Teary eyed and shaken just great I thought to myself this was a day I did not want to be alive for. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to hear my life's ticking to stop.