The world has forgotten my name.

The name they once sold their voices just to scream.

I once was told I was the best actress in the world. At least that’s what the man handing me the award said.

As a child, I wanted to be the best at something.

No matter what I did there was always someone better.

So I stand here. Small drops of tears fall. As person after person walks by without a second look.

I hold an umbrella over my head, it’s not raining anymore.

New York has never been this quiet. They all stand on the other side of town, waiting the reveal of best Actor of the year. Yet I’m here. I wasn’t even invited.

Have they forgot everything?

I hold my breath as I cross the street. A habit I picked up as a child. Then, all I wanted was to be seen. Yet I never was.

I make my way down the sidewalk, the crowds coming into view. People pushing their way to the watch party. Police stand still trying to control the chaos with the sight of them.

My eyes fall on my destination. And I open the door to the 300 feet tall skyscraper.

As the elevator goes up up up.

My heart drops.

I start to regret what I haven’t even done. This could hurt so many people. So many.

No.

No.

No.

The voice in my head screams. I’m torn. But my body takes over as I step of the elevator and onto the roof. I walk to the edge of the building and look below.

Thousands of people stand below. Eyes fixed ont the massive stage and screen. My heart speeds up.

This is wrong.

But the other voice,

“We will be famous again”

I open the backpack I carried all the way over here, and hold the bag of explosives over the crowd.