Suicide Bomber & A Little Black Dress

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young girl ends up tangled in a bomber attempt to end his own life. Was written as part of a Year 9 half-yearly exam.

Submitted: June 27, 2012

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Jane tried on the tenth black dress...would this be the one she wore to the party? Not likely! Quickly putting on her jeans she stepped out of the cubicle into the store. Terror washed over her. Her phone! It had been sitting on the bench and now it was gone.

 

"Oh well." She chuckled, that panicked feeling subsidising. Her phone getting stolen wasn't a big deal, it was an excuse to buy a new one. She walked back to the main area of the shop, and found all the lights had been shut off. The feeling of dread was slowly creeping in, twisting her stomach into knots. It was deathly quiet in the shop, no music, no people talking. Jane’s footsteps rang out like church bells against the hard floor.

 

"Hello!" Jane yelled, trying no tot let fear show in her voice. "Anyone in here?" She was really beginning to become scared now. Why would everybody in a shopping centre leave, for seemingly no reason? The afternoon was slowly drifting into evening, and with no lights on the centre was fading fast into darkness. Hoping she was simply overreacting Jane reached for the phone under the front counter. As she put it to her ear there was no dial tone, just ominous silence. After replacing the phone Jane realized she wouldn’t of have even known who to call. Telling somebody she was alone in the darkened shopping centre, terrified out of her wits, seemed weak and babyish.

 

Bearing this in mind she stepped out of the store, and decided to go discover why everybody had disappeared and to try to find a way out. She started visualising the centre, recalling the quickest route out. Trying to rustle up some confidence she started walking, keen to get of there. Jane found it creepy, she was used to seeing these stores lit up, customers coming in and out. Now they were dark and empty, the kind of places you'd expect to see a ghost.

 

Jane was turning a corner when she heard it. A voice! Soft and faint, it sounded as if it was coming from the food court. Jane spun around and sprinted towards the sound, relieved to know there were other people in the centre.

 

However, once Jane reached the food court the scene was far from what she expected. A man stood on a table, his hair pulled back in a bushy ponytail, his clothes caked with mud and in tatters. It was his eyes that unsettled Jane the most though. Wild and maniac, they darted all over the room. Another man was in the room, speaking slowly and calmly, like you would to a frightened puppy. His eyes locked with Janes, and she saw the flash of concern that crossed them.

 

Then Jane saw why the policeman was so worried. Strapped to the man’s chest was a bomb. Coloured wires snaked over his chest, and Jane felt as though she would throw up. That’s when he slowly turned, and saw her crouched beneath a bin.

 

"Girlie!" the man screamed his voice low and hoarse "What a surprise, now you'll have the honour of watching me set off this bomb!"

 

"Just stay where you are" instructed the officer "if he moves his finger off that trigger it'll cause a blast, but I'm talking him out of it." His voice was calm, but Jane could hear the strain in it.

 

She was now shaking absolutely terrified of dying. The two men continued to talk, but Jane couldn't concentrate on their conversation. Images and memories flashed through her mind as she remembered all the good things that had ever happened. She was too young to die, that was the thought that kept running through her head.

 

It felt like Jane had crouched there for hours, although she guessed it had only been minutes. She watched the man’s arm, watched for any sign he was going to let go and blow them up. The policeman was now even more anxious, it was obvious nothing was getting through to this man. That’s when Jane heard the words that caused her to die inside.

 

"I'm going to count down from five. After that I'm lifting my finger and you will all be gone!" The man was beyond hope, he wanted to die, and didn't care who he took with him.

 

"Five." Jane shut her eyes tight, trying to block out the unreal scene unfolding in front of her.

 

"Four." She regretted that fight with her mum now, she wished she could tell her goodbye.

 

"Three." Why her, why was Jane being subjected to this?

 

"Two." She was crying now. There was no way she could escape now.

 

"One." Jane hugged her knees, waiting for the blast.

 

She waited for ten seconds, but after feeling nothing she cautiously opened her eyes. In front of her was the policeman handcuffing the bomber, who was sobbing his heart out.

 

"It was a dud." These four words, barely a whisper, lifted a weight from Janes heart. She was alive! The bomb hadn’t gone off, and she was safe.

 

Jane made for the door, itching for a relaxing hot bath, when she saw it. A little black dress in a window. Exactly what she wanted for the party.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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