I was carried out by a firefighter, but wriggled out of his hold. I had to get Michael! I ran back into my house and covered my mouth, trying to prevent myself from inhaling smoke. I ducked as I looked around desperately. Where had he been?! I can't let him burn! I dodged flames left and right, as they tried to grab hold of me with their orange fingers. I started to lose my energy, the smoke filling my lungs. I crawled on my knees up the stairs and down the hallway. I swung open his bedroom door before breaking out into a coughing fit. "Ariana! Help me!" I heard Michael call for me, and I looked up. He was standing by his closet, his dresser, and part of his ceiling aflame. I started to run for him with the last bit of breath I had, but screamed as a chunk of burning ceiling fell in front of me. I have to get around to him somehow! He can't die! I fell to my knees as my vision went blurry. "Ariana!" Michael cried and I tried to get up on my knees, but just fell to the floor again. Losing consciousness as another piece of ceiling fell to the floor ablaze.

I woke up the next morning in a hospital bed, and the first thing I saw was a familiar pair of blue eyes.

"Niall..." I groaned and he sighed in relief. His face was puffy and red.

"Ariana, there's something you should know before you think anything first...your sister and brother didn't make it." Niall told me as a tear slipped down his cheek.