I see him walking in the fire in his presence there is neither peace nor harmony, his footsteps are as if he wanted to kill you a simple sight.
A groan inside me escapes to the breeze of this fire that torments my dreams constantly
However, I try with caution to observe the beast that constantly mocks me, that thing enjoys the suffering that happens around us, the fire ravaging the lives of others, as it was in that accident 10 years ago.
-Ah...Argh...- My body is as small as in that moment, I don't remember more than a before but if the after of that before, the pain marks in my soul, the breath becomes heavy as if there was no air, The darkness clouds my sight but the fire rises such that if the people had him throwing gasoline to revive the flame with a power never seen.
"My body returns to the past in a lapse of seconds as if the torment were coming,
I hear the cries of those who are trapped in this fire in search of help, I hear their curses, as mothers ask me to save their children, as animals flee cowardly in a way to survive but die in vain.
Those who see Me standing demand Me, they arrogate Me to help them but I simply ignore them, Even when my thoughts go to their help, my body still does not even react to my demand, I feel the tears slide on my face, My footsteps become slow and the beast that stalks its prey laughs internally at my weakness.
-! Argh¡ ...- I fall to the ground with an empty sound, I remember this feeling one of constant failure and repentance, the tears do not cease and my eyes close, I maintain the little of the force of the will that I have in me to rise again.
But before trying something he observes me, the beast that I can neither see nor understand, laughs at my failure again, the shadow disperses in me and in seconds I die in the fire.
-No-
The pain disappears in seconds, which was just an illusion, the nightmare was over but still panting for it, the pain was as real as it was at that time where he did not find salvation until that man arrived.
I give a sigh agitated as I get up from the ground, at this rate I will catch a cold but my common sense was never really good.