The flames may have took my life but they will never take me!, chapter 1
The flames blazed high like raging, fiery dragons, the smoke poisoned the room making it suffocating to breathe. I looked up at the large, colourful banner that was strung across the wall. "Happy Birthday, Violet" it read. A tear gently trickled down my cheeking, taking my happiness, my hopes and what seemed like my friends and my families lives with it.
CRASH!!
"We got to get you out!" a fireman said as he crashed through the door and picking me up.
"Leave me here. I don't want to carry on alone," I replied.
"I can't let you stay here," he argued back. He then carried me out of my home, the place that held all my beloved memories, the place that still held the bodies of my loved ones. I really didn't want to leave them there.
An explosion of cold, fresh air hit me as I was carried out into the starry, night sky. I was immediately carried into a small crowd of people wearing large florescent jackets. I lay my head down and closed my eyes. Everything went quiet, my memories rest, the pain I was feeling physically and mentally drowned away.
*3 days later*
"Hey dad, how you feeling?" came one quiet voice.
"Dad! You okay?" came another quiet voice.
"I just asked that, idiot!" the first voice spoke again.
"Hey Mike and Gerard. I'm feeling better," another voice said. This voice seemed much older.
Gently my eyes fluttered open. The pain flooded back in with my emotions and my painful memories.
"Noo," I sobbed. I was screaming at my life. Hoping to wake up and for everything that had happened to me to be just a scary, realistic nightmare. But, no matter how hard I tried to wake myself up, I couldn't' t. I was already awake. This was real.
"Where the fuck am I?" I cursed to no-one and everyone all at once.
I turned my head to my left. My neck was stiff. I let out a groan as I did this. I saw 3 people. There was an older guy in bed. He looked about 60 at a guess. Standing up was 2 younger guys. One very slim, he wore glasses and wore jeans and a shirt. The other was more of a bigger built, but not fat. He had long hair for a guy, it was died black. He also wore a shirt and jeans. They both seemed to be in there early twenties.
The guy with the long hair approached me, carefully. He knelt down at the side of my bed and took my hand.
"It's okay. Your in hospital," the guy said comforting me.
"Who are you? Why are you in hospital?" I questioned.
"My name's Gerard. The other guy is Mike and we are here visiting our dad."
"Please, help me? Please? Get the nurse," I asked.
He reacted obediently, pressing a button that was beside my bed. A nurse come scuttling in, wearing her white uniform.
"You've awoken!" the nurse said, surprised.
"Yeah! Please, give me something to stop the pain?"
She then scuttled out the room again and returned with a large suringe. A look of horror spread across my face. Gerard began to rise from my bedside and stand back.
"Please stay with me?" I asked, scared. Gerard returned to my side and took hold of my hand. I had found a liking to Gerard. There was something about him I really liked. He was quite good looking, I guess. He made me feel safe.
The nurse injected the painkiller into my wrist; I squeezed Gerard's hand tightly.
"The pain will stop in about 20 minutes. Would you like anything?" the nurse asked.
"No, thanks," I replied.
The nursed scuttled off again, closing the door behind her.
"So, who are you? How come you're here?" Gerard asked. He sat on the side of my bed, waiting for my answer. He still held my hand tightly.
"I am Violet. My house burned down and killed everyone I know," I replied.
"Really? Do you want a hug?" Gerard asked.
"Why not!" I replied. He pulled me into a tight hug. He made me feel better.
Gerard and I chatted for a bit, we found we had a lot in common. When Visiting Time was over, him and his brother left.
Just as I was about to close my eyes after resting my head onto the pillow I heard someone speak to me.
"You like Gerard, don't you?" Gerard's dad asked.
I turned my head to the side and thought for a bit.
"Well..."
CRASH!!
"We got to get you out!" a fireman said as he crashed through the door and picking me up.
"Leave me here. I don't want to carry on alone," I replied.
"I can't let you stay here," he argued back. He then carried me out of my home, the place that held all my beloved memories, the place that still held the bodies of my loved ones. I really didn't want to leave them there.
An explosion of cold, fresh air hit me as I was carried out into the starry, night sky. I was immediately carried into a small crowd of people wearing large florescent jackets. I lay my head down and closed my eyes. Everything went quiet, my memories rest, the pain I was feeling physically and mentally drowned away.
*3 days later*
"Hey dad, how you feeling?" came one quiet voice.
"Dad! You okay?" came another quiet voice.
"I just asked that, idiot!" the first voice spoke again.
"Hey Mike and Gerard. I'm feeling better," another voice said. This voice seemed much older.
Gently my eyes fluttered open. The pain flooded back in with my emotions and my painful memories.
"Noo," I sobbed. I was screaming at my life. Hoping to wake up and for everything that had happened to me to be just a scary, realistic nightmare. But, no matter how hard I tried to wake myself up, I couldn't' t. I was already awake. This was real.
"Where the fuck am I?" I cursed to no-one and everyone all at once.
I turned my head to my left. My neck was stiff. I let out a groan as I did this. I saw 3 people. There was an older guy in bed. He looked about 60 at a guess. Standing up was 2 younger guys. One very slim, he wore glasses and wore jeans and a shirt. The other was more of a bigger built, but not fat. He had long hair for a guy, it was died black. He also wore a shirt and jeans. They both seemed to be in there early twenties.
The guy with the long hair approached me, carefully. He knelt down at the side of my bed and took my hand.
"It's okay. Your in hospital," the guy said comforting me.
"Who are you? Why are you in hospital?" I questioned.
"My name's Gerard. The other guy is Mike and we are here visiting our dad."
"Please, help me? Please? Get the nurse," I asked.
He reacted obediently, pressing a button that was beside my bed. A nurse come scuttling in, wearing her white uniform.
"You've awoken!" the nurse said, surprised.
"Yeah! Please, give me something to stop the pain?"
She then scuttled out the room again and returned with a large suringe. A look of horror spread across my face. Gerard began to rise from my bedside and stand back.
"Please stay with me?" I asked, scared. Gerard returned to my side and took hold of my hand. I had found a liking to Gerard. There was something about him I really liked. He was quite good looking, I guess. He made me feel safe.
The nurse injected the painkiller into my wrist; I squeezed Gerard's hand tightly.
"The pain will stop in about 20 minutes. Would you like anything?" the nurse asked.
"No, thanks," I replied.
The nursed scuttled off again, closing the door behind her.
"So, who are you? How come you're here?" Gerard asked. He sat on the side of my bed, waiting for my answer. He still held my hand tightly.
"I am Violet. My house burned down and killed everyone I know," I replied.
"Really? Do you want a hug?" Gerard asked.
"Why not!" I replied. He pulled me into a tight hug. He made me feel better.
Gerard and I chatted for a bit, we found we had a lot in common. When Visiting Time was over, him and his brother left.
Just as I was about to close my eyes after resting my head onto the pillow I heard someone speak to me.
"You like Gerard, don't you?" Gerard's dad asked.
I turned my head to the side and thought for a bit.
"Well..."
