Heat, I could feel intense heat from the living room and inching closer my way. I could hear screaming across the house and across the town through my open window. Everyone was evacuating, and I? I was in my bed cuddled up. Scared. No, frightened. "Mom, dad, where are you?" I whispered, barely. Tears were coming out of my eyes. Suddenly the door slammed open, I saw fire, it had already engulfed the entire house and all its rooms except for mine. Whooosh. The fire had already started swallowing up my room. I had to leave. But I couldn't. At eight years old it was a hard reality to grasp.
"Be strong" "Never give up, we'll always be there for you."
That was what my parents always said, maybe if I just get out of my bed and exit through my window, this nightmare can all be over. I will meet back with my parents and we can move into a nice small cabin in the fields. Tears were swelling up my eyes and I had to make aChoice. The fire already had engulfed half the room, I exited out of my bed and climbed out of my window. I didn't realize how high my window was from the ground until now when my legs felt broken from the fall and blood splattered across the ground. I forced myself to move by giving myself hope that my parents were outside the house waiting for me. I limped across the town for what felt like hours. However there was no sight of my parents. Suddenly the realization dawned on me that my parents had probably just left me behind. But that can't be true They loved me and sacrificed for me. And I had remained hopeful that they would come and rescue me. However as the fires consumed the oxygen around me It began harder to hope. My sorrow slowly turned into hate. If my parents loved me then why didn't they come to get me off my bed when the fires were near our house. A moment of silence passed. " I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU WHOEVER DID THIS! "
The next moment I fainted.
I woke up. I was strapped in what seemed like a bed but with tubes attached on me, which transferred fluids to my body.
I touched my face
I had just remembered what happened. Many thoughts came across my mind. I shouted my thoughts out loud to vent my frustration.
"WHERE ARE MY FUCKING PARENTS, WHERE AM I, WHAT. IS THIS PLACE? " I screamed angrily and sadly both at the same time, distraught from what happened earlier.
Suddenly a shadowy figure appeared.
"You'll see very soon my dear." They said. I could not tell by their voice if they were a man or a woman even though I was a very perceptive person. After a while I calmed a little, so I decided to analyze my surroundings.
It seemed like this person was helping me heal from the injury. Though this method seemed very weird. In most cases you would heal it by using magic but whatever this is, is probably not magic.
The shadowy figure appeared again, they took off the tubes and unstrapped off the bed. I got up weakly. "Follow me my daughter", The figure said.