April 1ˢᵗ ─ 9:54 ᵖᵐ

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-  3 days earlier, 

The Day of the bombing, 

Diana's POV

The bomb, it was going to go off and so was I. My head was going to explode, I thought I could do something with the champagne glass but I'd broken enough to know I couldn't.

A thought flashed in my head, I reached up and nervously ripped my earring from my ear. With a sigh, I used the tip to slice the duct tape that was holding down my arm and neck. Finally, I threw the earring down and tore the bomb-bag down.

The clock above read: 9:56

I let out a gasp of fear, rushing the hell out of there. Barely making it to the back when I heard the explosion go off.

I was thrown against a million champagne glasses, I was cut sharply, even banging my head against the wall.

I tasted blood in my mouth as I finally reached the back door Richard and Gloria had gone through. I felt cold grass underneath my feet and I sighed of relief.

Then my mouth was covered with a hand, I tasted salty skin in my mouth as I was dragged away, my screams muffled.


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