As I walk towards my boot he notices I am sweating in a lot of places.
At this point in time I have the councilman against my red brick house and he is now sweating. I was just about to slit his throat with a pocket knife but I just realize the little boy getting out of the boot and running down the driveway which is 1.5km long, I then quickly and rapidly slit the man’s throat and sprint towards the young boy but as I am 2 metres away from the boy I hear a strange noise it sounds like a helicopter flying quite low. As the boy and I look up at the helicopter a bomb comes rushing down through the air, before the bomb drops onto the ground I look over to the boy and he is praying, he is knelt on the dusty driveway. I wonder if he is praying to thank god for bringing this bomb here or praying to survive through it. The next thing is the bomb landing directly on top of my house and watching it blow up then another bomb comes down between the boy and me.
As I open my eyes all I can see is white, white walls, white floors, white ceiling and white furniture. I am also a white slim long dress but it is not all white it is partly white and partly charcoaled. I have no idea why it is like that but then suddenly I remember why that has happened is because I was hit with a bomb. But where is the young boy he is not in this white room. Why am I seeing nothing but white? Am I in heaven? Where is the young boy? Is he with his parents? Or is he dead?
