The Final Argument

The door slams.
The engine starts.
The car forcefully spits out its power and waste.

The immense black cloud of death descends
Upon the vehicle of destruction.

A chilling scream; a catastrophic disaster.

The light in my room goes out.

A door slams, a glimmer of hope?

I force my head against my window
Only to find the cruel carnage of fate
Crackling, hissing and burning his body;
The unrelenting, vicious flames licking his face.

My body falls lifelessly back to my bed.
My body is sent into a convulsion.
My stomach wretches.
My eyes slam shut.