Explosive

BANG!
A fit of anger and rage so powerful the Earth shakes beneath her pounding fists and stomping feet.
A scream so loud it pierces your eardrums and leaves you deaf for several hours.
A howling for attention reverberates through the hollow house as she hisses her tongue at disapproving scowls.
Secret moaning’s lie beneath her clenched fingers.  Wasn’t it supposed to be so easy?  A simple conversation that shouldn’t have ended this way?
Freedom.  Freedom from parents.  Freedom from oppressive society.  Freedom from her cursed teenage body.  Freedom from desire.
It was this freedom she craved.  She would shout it out to anyone who would dare listen.  Yet all she felt was invisible…lost in a world of somebodies whose identities are engraved in their souls.
Yearning for self-confidence and self-identity burned in her voice like a fire in her veins.  The words were poisoned now oozing from her lips.  She spoke of the injustice and unfairness of the world but how would she know?  How could she see the suffering spirits surrounding her as the heated argument came to a head?
Words that stung with fierce intensity were flying around the room.  Now all parties have been dragged down to her level of hate.  To her level of passion for disrupting the piece of the household to get her point across.
Little does she realize the more she shrieks the less inclined they would listen.  The more she wails the farther she dries them away.  The more she cries the unhappier the observers become.
Now she found herself alone for the spectators all left her completely alone.  She never intended to drive them away.  She never meant for her words to cut so deep.  She never wanted to unleash her frustrations on those who cared for her the most.
But that did not comfort her as she lies in her bed weeping all alone.  That all she ever thought she would be…alone.
With the explosion complete, the fuse burns out leaving the darkness to engulf her.