Author's Note: So, here's the Prologue of my story. The temporary title is 'From Myself'. Hope you like.

Chapter 00

{Fading to Nothing}

"No! Let. Go. Of. ME!" I screamed, knocking the person who had me in their grip off of me. "Let go!" I began thrashing. Throwing my clutched fists here and there, kicking my legs everywhere and wiggling out of their hands.

I didn't care. Why would I care? She's my everything. The last person I have left. The one person who could relate to me. I can't let her go. Not now. Not when I need her most. As selfish as it sounds, I need her and she needs me. We have to stick together until the very end. That's what we promised.

Dear God, please...please don't take her. Take me instead. She's done nothing wrong. Save her and take me! Please, I'm begging you. I'm on my knees...please. I thought, tears streaming down my cheeks. Save her.

I felt the hands on me let go and I ran, pushing through the line of officers that blocked the crowd of students away from the dormitories. One grabbed me around the waist, but with a hard kick, I knocked him over. Leaping over the bodies that dominoed after him, I ran for the school.

"Grab her!" someone cried out.

"Get her away!"

"Oh, gosh! She's going in!"

I kicked at the firemen that blocked the front door. It didn't take much to get them down, especially because they were males. I pushed past them and made my way into the burning building. I ran down the hall, wood falling from the ceiling of the dorms and landing everywhere but on me. A good thing. I found the music room and I kicked down the door. I watched as it imploded inwards, falling to the ground with a thud, ashes blowing inside, adding the the growing fire. I ran on top of the door and into the room.

I felt the hot flames brushing against my skin, the smoke quickly entering my lungs. I stood in the center of the room, looking around, turning in circles, wishing she'd come lunging out from somewhere, anyone. Just bring her to me. Please.

"Mikilay!" I screamed. "Mikilay!" Tears were streaming down my eyes. They burned the scrapes and cuts that were on my face. The smoke made my eyes sting and my lungs were burning with the hot smoke. "Mikilay!" I began to cough. I bent forwards, grabbing hold of my stomach. "Miki-"

"Sirenia?" someone said with a faint voice.

"Mikilay?" I whispered, lifting my head up to look around one more time.

That's when I saw the pile of wood. A small shard rolled off and I broke out into a run towards the pile. I leaped over a burning post that had been knocked down, tripping over it and skidding forwards into a burning flame. I screamed as I got up and began patting the fire off of me. I tripped over the rug and landed hard against the wall beside the pile. I leaned up, rubbing my head. Mikilay's arms were out, twisted in an awkward angle.

"Miki!" I gasped. I began prying through the pile of wood. Until I saw her face. Her left cheek was burned completely, the skin black and peeling off. "Oh, Miki!"

"Sirenia..." she whimpered as tears began to come from her shut eyes. "Sirenia...it hurts. I can't feel my legs."

"It's okay, Miki. I'm here. I'm here. I'll get you out of here. I promise. I promise. Just hold tight. Okay. I'm here. I love you, Miki. I love you so much. We'll get through this." As I continued to talk to her, just to keep her awake and listening to me, I pulled the wood from her body. Once she was open for me to pick her up, I did. I pulled her over my shoulder and began to make my way through the thick smoke and raging fire.

"Sirenia...I love you. I love you more than anyone and I'm sorry." she cried into my ear. "I'm sorry."

"Don't talk right now. Just listen to my voice. Think about us at the beach. Can you remember?"

"Mom..."

"That's right, Miki. Mom was with us that day. She walked with us along the beach. We collected shells. Remember that?"

I felt her nod.

"And while you were walking through the water, a little crab pinched onto your little toe. You cried out so loud mom said they could hear you in Russia. But you turned out okay. Miki, you threw that little crab so far into the ocean...we thought you were super woman." I joked although I was crying. Crying my heart out. I was praying she'd at make it. I don't care about what happens to me. Miki deserves to live. She deserves to be happy.

"Even though you were mean to me sometimes, you were always there for me. You protected me from those bullies back at home. You always cut the crusts off from my sandwiches and always made sure I had milk in my lunch pack...even if you hated milk so much."

"Yeah. And I'll do it forever if you want me to. Even if I were old and using a cane, I'll always bring you that packed lunch. No matter where you are. Just stay with me." The door I'd come in through had been blocked with fallen wood. I turned for the window. I brought Miki into my arms, covering her face as I slammed my elbow through the window. It shattered and I pushed out the rest of the sharp edged shards.

"Look!" Someone yelled from outside.

"Sirenia! Miki!"

A fireman appeared outside the window and another, and another. I pushed her through gently and they took her as I leaped out on my own. They placed her down on the cool grass, away from the fire and I collapsed onto my knees beside her.

"Hey, Miki..." I smiled as she opened her eyes limply to turn to me. I slid her non-moving hand into mind and held it gently. I was shaking, tears just running like bullets. "How you feeling?" I asked. My throat clenched up, seeing how bad her condition looked, of course she would feel horrible. I didn't have to remind her.

"I can see mom..." she whispered. Tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes. She was looking past me, towards the sky. "Mommy...and daddy..." a faint smile rolled across her face before a man placed something over her mouth, giving her air. "Mommy...Daddy."

Her hand slipped out from mine as she reached up.

"I'll tell them...you miss them and love them." she turned to look at me. "I love you."

"Miki!" I screamed. "Miki!" I grabbed her hand, shaking it. "Don't leave me! Miki!"

"I'm...sorry..." Her eyes slowly shut. Her head dropped to the side, her hand slipping out of mine. I grabbed it again. The color of her light tan skin slowly turned to a lifeless gray, her lips changing to a chilling blue.

"Miki!" I screamed. Several paramedics came over, hauling me away from her body.

"No. Let go!" I screamed. I started kicking and thrashing again. I kicked a guy in the shin and punched another one dead in the chest and another in the face. But there were too many of them. Too many hands holding me back as they took her and hauled her into the back of an ambulance.

"Miki!" I screamed through my tight lungs. "Miki! I forgive you! I was never mad at you! Ever! Miki! I forgive you! Please! Please! Miki!"

All the sounds around me suddenly disappeared. The heat from the flames was fading and my pain, I couldn't feel it. I was still trying to pull away from the people who had me, my eyes locked on Mikilay's little body on the gurney in the back of the ambulance. A paramedic began pumping her hands against Mikilay's body as another gave her mouth to mouth.

Inside my head, I could see the physiologic monitor, the machine that keeps track of your heart rate, beeping violently, the line spiking up and down, up and down. And then...the line just, turned into a line. The loud screech of the machine echoed in my ears, fading as reality returned to me. They pulled the white covers over her face. I opened my eyes, as the doors were slowly being shut a paramedic slowly lifted the covers that was laid at Mikilay's feet, over her body and over her face.

"Miki!"

My arm dropped beside me, my knees buckled, and I dropped to the ground. I buried my face into my hands, my tears rushing into the open gashes on my hands. I slouched forwards, feeling light headed and empty at heart.

Growing up, I always knew who was with me. When our dad had left us, I stopped getting the feeling that he was with us, just as I lost the feeling that our mom was with us when she left years later. Mikilay was the one last person who I cared about and cared about me. She was the last person I felt with me all the time, even if we were separate. There was that bond still holding us together.

I sat there, crying, feeling as that bond slowly faded into nothing.

I felt nothing.

I'm now alone...