Dancing on Graves

by Salem1991

Tool heard someone calling out. They were loud pleads mixed with tears and blood. She looked right into his eyes and Tool looked right into her's. This was it. Could she really save what was left of him?

1. Save Her

It only takes a second.

Just.

One.

Second for your whole world to change.

Mentality and all to change in a different perspective.

I could remember the screams.

The screams that would make any heart stop.

Flames roared against the mint green walls. The paint begins to peel from the heat and the house groans as the stableness weakens.

My bare hands and feet are pressed hard against the hot floorboards as I jump up.

I'm screaming for my little sister when a firefighter bust through the front door that is engulfed with fire – just like most of the house. His large arms pick me up. My arms and legs are kicking. I can't go with him. I have to save her.

I have to save her.

I can see Emily's body laying halfway out of her bedroom's door frame.

She isn't moving.

I'm screaming for the firefighter to leave me and to save Emily.

He doesn't listen.

He probably can't hear me over the roaring flames.

One second later, the roof over Emily's unconscious body buckles underneath the weight.

And then – just like that – my world became shattered and that screaming memory

will

never

go

away.