Chapter 7.
Honey.
So here I lay on my back while panting deeply for air. My asthma pump. Yes that's what I need. I got off the bed groggily and walked towards the stairs. While I was walking my foot made contact with two items. One was my book and the second I had no idea, but really at this moment I couldn't care less. I stumbled blindly down the stairs. The sky was getting darker and soon it would be pitch black. I walked to the closet under the stairs and got out my school bag. I opened up the main section and fumbled carefully through the bag until my fingertips touched the cold plastic. I stretched out relieved and walked to the kitchen. I walked to the tap and was already feeling better when I heard the sound of the fresh water flowing through the nozzle. After scooping up a few mouthfuls, I sat down on the hard, cold wood. I was feeling better already all I needed was some rest and I would be as good as new , well not new but way better. 5 minutes past. Then 10. Then 30. Yet i was feeling worse. Could that even be possible ? I think I had food posioning...not cool(N). Well this gets better and better doesn't it? (note my sarcasm) I trudged upstairs annoyed but sickly. As i finished getting to the top the third landing a smokey scent hit me hard. What the hell was that? I moved quickly up the rest of the stairs taking 2 at a time, there was no time to waste. I had reached the middle of the stairs when i saw the bright orange flames licking the wall right out side of my room. I felt a overwhelming panic rush through me. I raced up the rest of the steps but had to stop when my head felt sickly light. Stupid ass beans ! I scrambled into the room waafting as much smoke away from my burning eyes as i could. It was so cloudy and the room was sweltering with heat. I worked my way and pulled open my closest reaching for the thing that mattered to me most, i tucked it in my socks and turned back towards the door but as i took a few steps forward, the ceiling came crashing down in front of me, blocking the only way to eacape...except of course my boarded windows. I ran gingerly towards the windows and started pulling the underside. It was no use, chris had drilled the nails in securely, probably thinking about the day this was going to happen ( not the fire of course but me trying to escape). However i did not lose faith, i ran back to my one desk drawer and pulled out the draw shaking out all the conents in the process. I ran back to the window and banged the wood repeatedly until it cracked in half. Meanwhile the fire was getting hotter, bigger it seemed asif the fire was set in destroying everything in it path...including me. It spread angrily like a bush fire lighting up the curtains on either side of the windows. This only made me faster. I ripped the curtains off the iron rod, scalding my hands aswell. I screamed out a cry of pain and fustration. I was going to get out no matter what, dead or alive, i would not die in the same god forsaken house as my mother ! I pulled up the stiff windows and breathed in deep fresh air. i hadnt realised how deathly the smoke was. The sudden rush of cold night air made my throat burn in relief. I inhaled deeply coughing and spluttering at the same time. I looked down and quickly looked up again. 4 storeys up, how could i forget. Either way i would die. All my sense of energy seemed to vanish, after all that work for.. for nothing. I started to weep and scream, but there wasnt a light in sight. The whole road was dark and quiet i screamed a few more helpless times until I gave up. So this was how it was going to end...Slow and painful as had the rest of my life had been. I stared unfocused out of the window only faintly aware of the increasing flames threating to engulf me. I saw a quick movement to the right in my peripheral vision and as my eyes focused better on the figure i relised it was Lamar.
"LAMAR!"
"What the-" he looked utterly confused.
"No time for profanity GET HELP YOU IDIOT"
I was desperate at this point and i had started sobbing with relief. However instead of running towards his house, he ran around it. That relief soo turned into annoyance and hopelessness. That fool actually ran past his front door and into the backgarden I was definately done for. As i was about to turn away from the window he came back dragging a big steel ladder behind him. What was he doing.
"Im coming up!"
"What, are you dumb, i dont want to die!" I was hysterical, snot was running freely out of my nostrils and i probably looked a mess but i couldnt care less.
"Do you have a choice"
"..."
"Exactly"
He leaned the ladder steadily on the side to the left of the window and started his ascent. I made quick time getting up the ladder and got to me in no time at all.
"OK, now climb down the back of me"
I shook my head refusing to participate in this death trap. I would rather die in flames... or would I.
"I can't, I'm ... I'm s-c-cared of heights" i was shivering widely which was a ironic feeling seeing as the fire was seeping unresistingly across the floorboards.
"Im going to protect you, you have to trust me on this one"
"I...I-"
"Trust ...me" he stared intently at me challenging me to refuse. I couldn't.
Just then a bit of the flames whipped my leg and i shrieked in pain. Looking up towards the sky and climbed onto his back and slowly made my way down. Finally the soles of my seat settled down on the cool ground. I sank down onto the damp grass and whimpered thankfully, Lamar was still making his way down the ladder at a strong steady pace. In one split second the windows of the bottom floor exploded and glass flew out slicing the air and my skin. As i sheltered my head from most of the 'rain' i saw the ladder wobble slightly, but that's all it took for him to loose concentration, he looked back eyes wide with shock and what i thought was well covered fear. The ladder started plunging backwards, he tried to slam it back against the wall but it seemed to shuffle away from the wall further. It was as if he was hanging mid air. Time stopped. Literally. Another explosion caused the ladder to falter and descend. I jumped up and ran under the falling ladder exactly where his body would fall. I was expecting a hurtful impact but not as back as the one i received. His body came crashing into mine and after a moment of shock a fraction of a second later the pain took over my body. I saw a white light and stars but as soon as that appeared it disappeared and i was engulfed with a black emptiness...
Lamar.
I opened my eyes, they from them so tightly. Why didn't that impact hurt as much as i thought it would.And then i remember ...Honey. I turned around and then i saw her lifeless looking, pale and bloody. Her shoulder had twisted all the way back and her legs were in a effed position. She had cuts along the sides of her arms and all across her bare legs. I took out my BB and diialled 999.
'Police operation service, Which would you like : Police, Ambulance or Firefighters?"
"All Three"
"What has happened?"
"There has been a fire and A girl lying next to me looks like shes about to die in a minute"
"OK. Address please?"
I gave her the address not forgetting to tell them to hurry. Feds these days think their the top dogs kmt. 10 minutes later they arrived and i was pissed !
"What, did i sound like i was joking when i said she looks like shes about to die"
"Calm down son, we did our best to come in the quickest time we could"
"Do i look like your son for you to be calling that kmt, attend to the girl fam"
The ambulence surrounded her and she was put in so many different braces, was she really that hurt ?
"Do you know her name?"
"Obviously, it Honey"
"Honey what?"
"Erm.." i hadnt even realised i didnt know her last. "I dont Know" i screwed up my face walked by the strecher towards the ambulance truck. Some of the neighbours had come out of their houses and were watching the scene. A few were on their phones gossiping most probably. That was overly annoying seeing as they hadnt even cared to help resuce. People these days Kmt. I looked back at honey and her eyes flutter open weakly.
"Hi" she whisperd smilimg wearily, she suddenly started a series of serious coughs and splutters, it was hurtful to watch.
"Dont hurt yourself mate" i smiled faintly at her and squeezed her hand, she immeadatly winced but queezed mine back. Her hands were dangerously cold and clammy.
"...Thanks" she weazed and looked intently into my eyes searching for something a second or so later she passed out again. So here i was sitting in the back of the ambulance still wondering what message she was trying to send me....
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