PART ONE
Reese
At the end of a road at the edge of a town, there's a light blue house behind an uncut grass yard.
That's where I live, or used to live.
What's left of the house is the charred black walls of part of the first floor, and piles of soot and debris.
I lived with my parents and my twin brother Ryan. It was fine. I was an okay kid, I guess. I liked keeping to myself, I still do. I didn't get in much trouble. People left me alone, and likewise, I didn't bother with them. So I was fine.
I was having a nice day, school had just ended, I was in my room reading with a flashlight late at night. It was about eleven, I guess, when I first smelled smoke.
It was alarming, and I got out of bed to find the hallway filled with flames. The heat was unbearable, and I couldn't go through it. Later, I think I'm still alive because my bedroom is in the corner, it took longer for the flames to get there.
I don't know what happened.
I can't remember clearly.
What I know is that I went out the only other way, throwing my desk chair through the window, taking a swan dive from a flaming second story window. That's all I know.
What I've heard, and what I've pieced together is that a neighbor who was awake saw the flames and called the police. Some firefighter found me, unconscious, in the backyard. I was taken to the hospital.
I woke up sometime after being in surgery for hours and hours, I hear.
I felt the pain first, even before I saw my hands. It hurt, just all over, my face, my legs, my arms. Then I saw my hands.
Well, I didn't technically see them, they were wrapped in bandages, but they hurt more then anything else. They were raised up several inches above me. My left arm was wrapped in plaster, from where the bandages ended to past my elbow.
I was in a room by myself, and there was a nurse there sitting at a table writing something, she saw me wake up, came over and said something. I don't know what, but I managed to mutter "Pain", and then I went back to sleep.
Reese is OC...eventually the canon shall come. -pbfox
