Smoke. The smell of wood burning flooded into my nostrils. I wanted nothing more than to escape these deadly fumes. I crawled from my bed and walked across the room. My fragile twin slept soundly, snuggled safely under the covers. I shook her as I started to panic.

"Wake up! Sissy, wake up!"

Lilliana's eyes slowly fluttered open. I pulled her from her bed and began to drag her to the door.

"The house is on fire, Lil! We've got to get to Mom and Dad! We have to get out!"

We ran down the stairs as fast as our six-year old legs would carry us. Our nightgowns fluttered out around our ankles. We reached our parents room, only to find to source of the fire behind it. I grabbed the telephone as I dragged Lilliana behind me.

I made it out of the house and into the front yard. The sight was horrific. The whole left side of our house was on fire. I quickly called 911 and told them what had happened. Mommy would be so proud of me. Lilliana and I sat on the ground and watched as our house caved in, taking the lives of our parents with it.

I shot up in bed with a strangled cry. Sweat ran down my face. I pulled my bangs out of my eyes as I tried to regain my breath. I glanced at the clock. Nine forty-seven am.

"You had the dream again."

My head snapped over to the corner of my room. Lilliana sat at my desk, watching me. I nodded as I threw back my covers and walked into my bathroom.

"This blows," I stated as I looked in the mirror. My hair was so matted that it looked polka-dotted. I grabbed my brush and ran it roughly through my black and purple locks. My thin frame was still slightly shaking from my dream. Well, it wasn't exactly a dream. It was a memory.

The song "A Great Fire" by Silverstein was playing on my iPod. The song was just meant to describe me and my sisters life. I sighed and flopped back down on my bed, letting myself be absorbed into my song.