Burned

Kendall, James, Carlos, and Logan, four 16-year-old boys, learn the viciousness of fire.

Kendall/Logan

James/Carlos

A four or five shot, depends on how many different points of view I decide to have.

It's gonna have really short chapters, I thought this up on the bus ride to school today. Enjoy!

Kendall's POV

Around eleven-thirty ish I fell asleep, after an entire day of dancing and singing with my two best friends and my boyfriend. At two-fourteen, my life spiraled out of control.

I woke to glass shattering.(1) I sat up, and instantly my throat and eyes burned. I turned to the digital clock on my bedside table, reading the numbers 2:14 a.m.

I heard a hacking cough coming from the other side of the room.
"Logie!" I pushed myself out of bed and crawled across the floor, over to Logan's bed. "Logan…" I took ahold of his arm and pulled him out of his bed, and to me.

"Kendall," He wheezed. I paused, pulled the drawer from his bedside table out, and handed him his inhaler. "T… Thanks." He gasped. "What's going on?" He asked me.

"I don't know." I paused as coughing took over. "Come on." I said, taking his hand and crawled across the room, leading him to the door. I reached up gripping the handle, and opened it, causing more smoke to billow in.

Coughing, I pulled my shirt over my nose and mouth. Logan saw and did the same. I made my way down the dark hallway to my other two best friends, James and Carlos' room.

"JAMES! CARLOS!" I yelled out, pounding on their door.

"Kendall…" I heard James yell out, and yank the door open.

"Jay…" Carlos gasped, still in a coughing fit. James picked Carlos up, bridal style, and I took James' free hand.

"Come on Logie." I grabbed my boyfriends' hand and pulled him through the blackened apartment. "Mom! Katie!"

"Kendall!" I heard my little sisters' voice. "Help!" She aimed a flashlight towards me. I saw her, dragging my mother. "Mom's unconscious. She hit her head." She cried out, grabbing my hand.

"Logan grab Katie. I have to get my mom." I said, handing Katie's hand to Logan's. I bent down to my mom's side. "Go! Get out of here! I'm right behind you!" I yelled to James and Logan, as I pulled my mom up in my arms. I blinked a second as they just stood there. "James!" I yelled out. He must have grabbed Logan's hand, because Logan was pulled after the running James. I coughed, as more smoke filled my lungs. I headed towards the door.

Out in the hallway, the air was somewhat clearer. I shifted my mom, and continued to run down the hall to the stairs. I went to grab the handle, and it burned the palm of my hand.

"Shit!" I screamed out. I shook my hand to ebb the pain some. I started to panic a bit. I looked up as I heard crashing.

"Shit!" I shoved my mom away as part of the roof collapsed. I yelled out, as a piece of burning wood fell on my exposed leg. "Damn!" I ran over to my mom, who was laying a few feet away. I heard my mom moan out in slight pain. "Hold on mom. I'll get us out." I said, picking her back up, and running as best that I could back the apartment. Slamming the door open I hurried over to the living room window.

I sat my mom against the wall and heaved the window open. I could see some people down by the pool side, running around and in panic. I picked up my mom, like I was giving her a piggy back ride, climbed up onto the window sill, took a deep breathe, and jumped out of our two-story apartment. I plunged down into the pool that was below.

"KENDALL!" I heard someone yell out as I hit the cool water.

(1) If you didn't know, glass shatters when exposed to extreme heat