Lethal smoke clung to the inside of my lungs choking me with each shuddering breath. Haphazardly, I stumbled toward my bedroom door, snatching madly at the handle, which scalded the soft palm of my hand. As I cried out in pain, a thick blanket of smoke spewed from beneath the door burning the inside of my chest. Coughing madly, I stumbled back upon my bed; my eyes stinging as the thick smoke engulfed my room.
From beneath my bedroom floor, I could hear the deafening roar of flames as they began to travel toward the top floor. Desperately, I turned to my only chance of escape; the window. Grabbing the nearest object, I hurled it with all my might through the windowpane; shards of glass flew back and sliced my exposed skin.
In the distance sirens echoed... There was still hope.
Smoke began to billow from the open window. Glancing behind, I watched flames dance up beneath the door. Like poison, panic coursed through my veins. My only option was to jump. Carefully, I climbed onto the window ledge and with one quick glimpse at the earth below; I let gravity do its work. Thankfully, I landed in the garden hedge before rolling a few metres and ending up on my back, flat on the icy cold footpath. Every injured part of my body tingled; I was healing.
With one last look at the burning house I closed my eyes from the sounds of sirens and floated into a world of darkness.