Sparks

Everything was going perfectly, until it shattered.
I had never thought about life as a gift. It was just something that came and went. Life is a time bomb, and now so am I. Another thing is: you never know what you have until it's gone, or rather wrenched away from you. When my world came crashing down, it was like a hurricane. I heard it coming and closed my eyes, so I didn't have to feel it until it got there. But then, it struck. Hard. Every wall, every secret, and every memory exploited. It all started with one text; one two worded, five lettered text from an unknown number was just the beginning of my obliteration, just one spark. Fire cannot be lit by one spark, so it snowballed from there until the fire burned like an ember; until it gave the third-degree to everyone who came near it. It all started with the text that read "I know -J"