Fire.Everywhere.

  He felt it burning his clothes, burning his skin,burning away that last glimpse of hope to get his revenge. Somewhere between burning tables and chairs he tried in a vain attempt to escape the fire which circled around him.

  Nowhere was someone to help him. But he didn′t care about that.

  After all the only emotion he held in himself was fury.

  Fury about the fact that he was going to die in this place. Fury that it was him, who would die here. Not someone who deserved it but he the one who already suffered enough with his parents dying or the debt-collectors. Why was he going to die and not someone who at least had a good life behind him or her. Somewhere in his thoughts he even hoped that someone else also was going to die alongside him. But the police has already rescued all of them. The reason he was certain of it? Simply because he heard some loud voice screaming that everyone except one person was rescued. Now who could that person be?

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  Slowly he tried to recollect his thoughts in his probably last seconds. Only to become even madder than he already was. Why? Why couldn′t he get what he wanted? Why has everything gone against him? Was it so difficult for god to gift him with a normal life?

  With these thoughts he stopped moving, stopped breathing and lastly stopped thinking.