A/N: This is my first fanfiction on this site so I hope people enjoy it. Please review and critique!

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After making sure Karina had a ride home, Yasmin finally left the party. Her friend Ashley had thrown someone a surprise birthday party and forced her to come even though she didn't know half the people invited. She had spent the night forcing a smile and talking with random people.

Yasmin opened the front door stepping out into the cool, refreshing night air. She started walking home relieved by the silence and glad she hadn't decided to drive there. The darkness and the quiet was welcoming and familiar, where all the daily facades fell away and masks cracked and fell to pieces revealing the real person inside…

Five Years Before…

Walking home from school, Yasmin thought about her day. She was glad they had a substitute teacher because that always meant no homework. It also meant an hour of fooling around with her five best friends, Karina, Tom, Bill, Renee and Ashley. They had spent the entire class listening to music and arguing over what toppings they should order on their pizza for their weekly 'study' session, which usually involved watching movies, a lot of junk food and playing "truth or dare." She remembered the argument ending with Karina, Ashley and Tom yelling about whether or not pineapple should go on the pizza, Renee trying to calm them down, Bill watching them with an amused expression and her hiding behind a binder in case the fight became physical.

Lost in thought, Yasmin didn't pay attention to her surroundings. She screamed suddenly as three fire trucks went roaring past her, followed by two ambulances, their sirens screaming. A horrific sight stopped her in her tracks. Several blocks away she could see smoke engulfing the area where the hospital was. Yasmin broke into a run, her feet racing towards the building. As she got closer she could hear screams and people shouting. She began coughing as the smoke began to drift towards her. People were running out of the building and firefighters were running in while others used hoses to try and put out the flames that were raging on the west side of the hospital. Policemen had set up barracks to keep people away from the building.

She stood with the growing crowd watching anxiously as people discussed what had happened. As she moved through the crowd, she heard pieces of the conversations around her. Everyone was trying to tell his or her part of the story… "driving past when I saw the smoke"… "heard an explosion."… "came running as fast as I could"… Yasmin ran up to a police officer who was arguing with a nurse: "I'm sorry miss but you can't go back in there."
"But what about the patients! They need help!"
"Our men are in there working hard to get everyone out." The policeman turned around to hold back the crowd that was pushing towards the building.
Yasmin tapped the nurse on the shoulder. "Excuse me, did you work in the west wing?"
The nurse looked at her curiously. "Yes I did."
"Did you know a patient by the name of Ryan Ferguson? He's a young boy about my age. He's recovering from a car accident."
The nurse's face creased with worry. "Yes I did. I haven't seen him come out yet though. I hope he's all right."
This was the news she had been afraid to hear. "Thank you," she said and turned away, her chest tightening in panic.

Yasmin watched as firefighters guided people out of the building and carried others to safety. Patients were taken to nearby ambulances and driven to another hospital. She saw news crews arriving on the scene along with more people. It was chaos everywhere.

Just then, everyone screamed as another explosion shook the ground. Windows shattered and more smoke poured out of the building. People watched in horror as those who were trapped inside yelled for help from the broken windows. Firemen took ladders up to the windows to rescue them. Suddenly, Yasmin's breath caught in her throat—up on the second floor, in the west wing of the hospital, a young boy was yelling for help from one of the windows. Her best friend Ryan. They had been friends since they were toddlers and had grown up together. Their mothers were close friends. Before she knew what she was doing she was pushing through the crowd and leaping over the barracks. Police yelled after her but she didn't stop. She didn't know what she could do but she knew she had to help him somehow. She wouldn't abandon him. Dashing around a fireman she ran through the front door. As soon as she went inside the smoke began to surround her and her throat burned. Since she had visited Ryan in the hospital many times, she knew the way to his room. She ran towards the stairs as the smoke began to make her eyes water. It was getting hard to see. Jumping over debris she took the stairs two at a time. When she reached the second floor the smoke became overwhelming. It was getting hard to breathe. Yasmin looked around. She couldn't recognize anything in the smoke. "Ryan! Ry-an!" she yelled in desperation. Inhaling smoke and ash, she doubled over coughing. Attempting to shield her mouth and nose from the smoke she raced down the hallway to Ryan's room. She was beginning to feel dizzy due to her lack of oxygen. Focusing on the pounding of her feet and the room at the end of the hall, Yasmin kept going. Suddenly she stopped short as the ceiling three feet in front of her caved in. She fell to her knees coughing as the sudden cloud of dust, debris, and smoke engulfed her. As she tried to breathe she felt herself lifting off the floor. A fireman had come to rescue her. She tried to yell and tell him that her friend was still at the end of the hall, but she still couldn't breathe and all she could do was cough. As he carried her away towards the exit Yasmin lost consciousness.

Five Years Later…

...Yasmin's breath came out in a mist in front of her face. A cold wind blew past making her shiver. It whispered down the empty streets. She pulled her sweatshirt tighter around her. The only sound was her black converse crunching on the gravel as she walked. She looked up in time to see the full moon become obscured by a passing cloud. There were a thousand stars twinkling in the sky.

She slowed her pace as she walked past the old hospital. It had seemed so much bigger when she was younger, but now it looked fairly small. She stopped and gazed at the burned out windows. The broken glass reflected the night sky while the empty windows stared back at her with dark, fathomless eyes. Large cracks criss-crossed like lace across the walls. It had been five years since she lost her friend Ryan in the fire that had destroyed the hospital but she still had nightmares. Walking faster, she passed the ominous building without looking back.

She finally reached her house around two in the morning and mentally kicked herself for letting Karina talk her into staying longer at the party. Her parents were going to kill her. She was grounded for sure. Sighing as she quietly opened the door, she slipped inside and headed to the stairs, thankful that her parents hadn't been waiting for her. She was too tired for the lecture she would surely hear in the morning. She went into her room, too exhausted to change clothes, and collapsed on the bed, instantly drifting off to sleep.