The scorching heat of the fire was licking at my feet as the house was engulfed by flames. I examined the room around me looking for an exit. I was coughing and sputtering as the smoke entered my lungs as I traveled to the window. The metal of the window sill burned my hands as in slid it up. I was greeted with fresh air and darkness from the night and the moon was the only light source that gave me a sense of where I was going.
Sliding my legs out first I grabbed the rain drainage pipe that was on the side of the house. Only then to remember that I had forgotten about my phone. It would have been foolish to go back inside but I did not have a chance to even fathom how I would get back into my room with out being burnt to a crisp before I slipped and fell two stories down the house. My back collided with the floor and I fell into darkness.