Tick

by fireman12468

If you were a bomb how would you feel.

I can hear the, tick, tick, tick of my stomach.

I can hear footsteps walking.

I can hear music, money, rumbling, shouting and crashing.

Who would have thought that me, a highly dangerous object, would be able to end so many lives, including my own.

I can smell the sweat of a thousand people.

I can smell the doubt and fear of my carrier.

I can smell the fluid in my stomach.

Who would have thought that all their lives would end today.

Not even I could have predicted the end, straight after the beginning.

I can see the sweat rolling down my carriers face.

I can see a million steps appearing out of nowhere.

I can see the passenger's faces as I am placed upon my seat and left behind.

I can see angry, calm, sad, happy and excited expressions upon their faces.

AT the end I hope there is a new beginning, one where I won't be judged for what I did.

At the end I hope that I will be free from the world and be able to spend eternity in peace.

I can feel my guilt for not trying to stop them getting on the train.

I can feel the seconds going by as quickly as a thought.

I can feel the rumbling of the train as we depart.

I can feel the end that is coming.

I look out the window as I hear the last ticks of my stomach.

And I'm scared.