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I stared up at the burning timbers of the old warehouse came crashing down. I was waiting for the searing impact that would throw me across the room, and for the rubble to trap me as I died a slow, painful death...
I jumped out of the way, but I wasn't quick enough: another timber fell on top of me. I screamed as the burning block of wood began searing my right leg, but the more I struggled to get free, the quicker I burned alive.
I called out for help, but the smoke was choking me.
This was no ordinary fire: this warehouse was an old abandoned toy factory. Someone had set in on fire, but this had been might hideout. I hadn't known until I smelled the smoke.
My eyelids started to close, and I tried to shove the wood off of me. I no longer cared that my hands were being burnt: I had to survive. I tried and tried and tried, but the more I did, the more my skin burned. A final scream escaped my lips as I heard the breaking of glass somewhere above me, but I felt as if I was falling as I heard shouting.
As everything faded, I prayed that I was dead.
Dead so I wouldn't feel anymore.
Dead because no one would miss me.
But I didn't die that day.
yes, another story. WHEN WILL I STOP! never. right, so, I will try to update everything as fast as I can, but you know how writing like 10 stories at a time and homework goes :)
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