All Your Twisted Secrets

by Diana Urban

I spent the last hour wondering if I would die tonight. You can drop dead from a heart attack at seventeen, right?

But strike a match in a room doused with lighter fluid, and you’re bound to get burned.

“Sasha, chill,” said Robbie. “Let her finish.” He threw me a reassuring smile. Was it weird that I wanted to throw myself in his lap? Probably.

Lol

Going through life without my music would be like breathing air without oxygen.

My heart bypassed my stomach, dropping directly into my uterus.

Lol

The thing about being trapped in a room with five other people, a bomb, and a syringe of lethal poison is that at some point, shit’s going down. No matter how frantically you claw at rationality, how desperately you cling to common decency, you eventually give in to your basic instinct to survive.