The Moments After

The room was a mess. The brown carpet was covered with hapless debris, evidence of a night spent in useless frivolity. The furniture was buried in the crumpled silver wrappers of Hershey Kisses. Glowing cigarette butts lay silently on the floor, surrounded by empty paper dishes and crushed beer cans. I looked at the lonely room, such a short time ago filled with intoxicated teenagers, piercing rock music, and convenience store refreshments. Now silently deserted, the room was empty except for the half-buried corpse of a young man. As my eyes fell on his body, my heart skipped a beat and my mind filled with irrational thoughts of uncontrollable fear. I screamed once, a long terrible scream. Then I swirled around and fled the room forever.