The house was quiet- peaceful, even. The Johnson family was a 4-person family, and they lived in an average house. They had always been this way- quiet.

Except. .

Lynn. She was a special girl, for a 14-year-old, to say the least. Lynn Johnson was quiet, like the rest of her family. But that was in public.

At Home?

At home, Lynn Johnson was loud and talkative. But her family still loved her.

So when Lynn got home, red in the face, likely from anger, her family, that being her Mother, Father and Sister, didn't ask any questions.

- - - - With Lynn - - - -

The brown haired girl, Lynn had finally reached her room. She threw her bag on the ground and snarled.

"What the FUCK is her PROBLEM?! Calling me TOXIC?!"

Lynn took a breath, trying to steady the heavy breathing she was doing. "Fucking Hell- What is her right?" Lynn mumbled. She had sat on her beanbag by now, holding her head as she leaned back. She drowsily sunk into the beanbag, sighing loudly.

Soon, she registered the scent of smoke. But, Lynn's sister often messed up when cooking, so she just took it as another fail.

Lynn's Mother screamed.

"GET OUT OF THE HOUSE! LEAVE EVERYTHING, JUST RUN!"

She heard violent thumps of feet hitting the ground. Lynn, herself was wide-eyed and frozen in place. She frantically threw her door open, and here eyes went smaller. She was blocked in. A chunk of wood had fallen- blocking the door. Tears fell, and she covered her mouth, coughing and wheezing. She fell on the floor.

She sobbed out, whispering. "Help."

"Help me- somebody."

She choked.

"I. . ."

"I don't want to die."

She passed out, her body trying to ease her pain. Trying to make sure she didn't have to feel the pain of the fire.

Sirens. The Blaring. The red and blue flashing lights screaming to be seen by somebody.

There it was-

The ambulance.

They're coming to get me-

They're coming to get me.

- - - - Later, the next day. - - - -

P.O.V - Lynn

I wearily opened my eyes-

Mom was there.

Oh god, Mom-

Tears silently slid past my guard-

Mom woke.

"Lynn- Oh my god, Lynn!"

She sobbed, hugging me tight.

P a i n.

I screamed, the sudden shredding, and g pain was tearing through me-

Mom moved, covering her mouth, her tears flooding harsher than before.

I panted, the pain less excruciating now that there wasn't any pressure on me. Mom suddenly started getting blurry. I heard a long, blaring ringing noise in my head.

Sirens?

No. It's not sirens- Then what is it?

Mom yelled for somebody to 'come help'.

I still don't understand, what's happening?

Mom- don't cry. I'm still here.

I opened my mouth, intending to tell her- only to find I couldn't talk. Mom croaked.

"Stay alive, alright Hun? Save your strength- Do it for me, okay? Just- just save your strength- and stay alive."

My inner conscious recognizes what that means.

I inwardly start screaming out- yelling 'I don't want to die' and crying-

But nobody can see that.

I managed to wheeze something out- my voice tired and burnt,

"D-id. . . Did any. . anybody see?"

My mother chokes. She sobbed louder, and a doctor finally broke into the room. The flatline screamed loudly, like a toddler pining for attention. The doctor sighed, closing my pained eyes, and softly mumbled to my mother.

Her eyes snapped shut, and she collapsed.

"She's gone, ma'am."

I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory-

Is this where it gets me? Seven feet ahead of me?

If I see it coming, do I run, or struggle, or let it be?

There is no beat, there is no melody.

Not to a dead heartbeat.

Quasi Ignis Exardescit - As fire burns