It was eight thirty. I turned off my light and stared into the darkness.
I must have dropped off to sleep because I awoke coughing and spluttering for air. Flames flickered in every direction and the air was thick with smoke. I could hear sirens and voices from outside but my head felt heavy and I couldn't see a thing. I just managed to remember what the teachers at school had said about fires. 'Drop to the floor and crawl to the door'. I did just that - I was nearly there, I could almost reach the handle but just as I was about to, the carpet went up in flames and I did too.
When I did wake up from my sleep, I was no longer at home. I was in a small room, in an uncomfortable bed. The walls around me were gleaming white so they hurt my delicate eyes but I managed to squint and make out the people around me. There was a man in a white coat holding a clip-board and my family. Lots of complicated equipment hung about my bed too but I ignored it as best as I could.
"What happened?" I asked in a croaky and sore voice.
"There was a fire sweetie," whispered Mum with sympathy.
On the other side of the room, I managed to make out a policeman walking over to my father. In a loud voice, so that I couldn't help overhearing, he stated "I'm afraid to inform you that this fire is being treated as suspicious."
I could tell my mum had been trying not to cry but this time she gave in and wept big, wet tears. I then reached out to hold her hand but noticed I had scolded skin wrapped in cling-film like an Egyptian mummy. All of a sudden a flashback started to replay over and over again in my head.
'I'm reaching for the door handle, I'm nearly there... but the fire gets the better of me and a searing pain rushes through my poor, tired, fizzled out body."
I cannot move as my burns restrict movement and send shockwaves all over my body but I manage to look over at the nearby window and looking in, is a man with a scarred face and a lighter. Flicking the lid open, shut, open, shut.
I swear I've seen him somewhere before........
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Fizzled Out
Teen FictionWhen Hayley Parker is victim of a house fire she is left with burns. Not only visual ones but emotional ones too. Can her boyfriend Liam protect her from this mysterious man who starts fires or will he leave her to sort herself out??