The young man staggered from the burning building that was once his home. He can still hear the dying screams of his family. Even as he stumbled away, he can still feel the swealtereing heat lick his bare skin. The smoke clogged his nostrils that made his eyes water in irritation.
But his tears weren't just caused by the fumes, it was also out of frustration. That he couldn't save his family, and for self loathing. Feeling responsible, blaming himself that he brought this on those he loves.
As he continued onward into the dark forrest that shelters his home from anyone that bodes his kind ill will. The young boy could feel his skin already mending itself the further heds travelled from the flames. With bloodied feet that left a trail into the woods that supposed to protect them from hunters.
Finally, nearly a hundred feet from the burning building, he collasped in the snow. His vision blurring as he let the cold soothe his charred flesh. Slowly, painfully so, his burnt exposed skin knitted itself together.
He can hear a voice in the distance, calling out his name. Though he didn't have the strenghth to get back on his feet. Letting the comforting darkness around his vision claimed him. Before he could pass out, he saw his older sister's face enter his eyes. That is when he went limp.
All he wanted was to die, with those unlucky members still trapped in his once home. He was to blame; if it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be burning alive or already dead.
Why was he able to get out? Derek doesn't even remember how he was able to. There was heat and smoke; screams and howls of those still barred.
Why?
