Scarred Memories

The red and orange flames, intimated me.

I watched as it dangerously danced around me. I could feel the heat against my pale body.

It looked so beautiful, yet deadly. I couldn't help but admire the way it glowed even though I knew it would surely kill me or if not burn me severely.

Perilous flames begin to grow wildly.

My first instincts was to run, but where? Every where I turned there were flames. I could no longer see my surroundings, the smoke had clouded my vision, temporarily blinding me.

I covered my face, hoping to save it. No use because soon the flames, flared into my face and a scream escaped my lips.

I hit my neck on something. Im not sure what, but it left a stinging feeling soon making my neck numb.

I stepped back, but tripped over my feet and fell backwards landing on my butt. My hands behind me had fell on a metal bar.

I screamed again, pulling my hand away from the bar to see my hand with a huge red mark convering the palm of my hand.

"Help!" I cried out.

I knew no one could hear me, but I continued to try. I haven't given up on hope yet.

Soon, I was kneeling down on my knees, coughing uncontrollably. I had run out of oxygen. With my hand over my mouth I struggled to breathe.

There was no way out and I knew I wouldn't make it. I was completely surrounded. Trapped. Little black dots started to blur my vision.

Without realizing it, I had passed out, slowly becoming unconscious