Slowly getting up off the floor, Jess wondered how she had gotten there. Her head hurt like hell, so she put her hand to it as she stood up. Pulling it away, there was blood on her hand. She cringed. She hated blood, especially if it was her own.
She looked around her bedroom, and most of it was up in flames. The first thing she did though, was open her bedroom window to let some clean air in as it was all smokey in her room. Tears rolled down her face as she thought how all this could have been avoided if only she had turned off her straighteners.
She coughed as she tried to open her window, but she couldn't do it. It was stuck. It was either that she had fallen weaker and couldn't open it, or the window was just stuck. She knew it was her, as the window had been fine yesterday. But the one day she really needed it, she couldn't open it.
She tried to leave her room and go downstairs, but her door was on fire. She was going to burn her hand if she tried to get out, but she had no choice. She quickly grabbed the metal handle and tried to pull it down but that wouldn't open either. The metal, because of its warmth, had expanded, and therefore had jammed. She pulled her hand away, wincing in pain, and looked at it. She had most definatley burnt it.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she tried to get it, but her burns were stopping her. She carried on however much it hurt and answered the phone.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Jess?" Her friend Emily answered. "Where are you? We are waiting for you."
"I, I can't get there." She cried into the phone.
"Whats wrong?" Emily asked.
"My rooms on fire and I can't get out!" She cried and coughed into the phone. She kicked her bedroom door in frustration.
"What!?" Emily said."Did you call the fire brigade?"
"No, not yet." She said and wondered why she didn't do it earlier.
"Well stop talking to me and ring them!" She said. "Ill come over and see if I can do anything to help you!" She hung up, and Jess then dialled 999.
"Emergency services, what service do you require?"
"The fire brigade." She said into the phone, and the operater put her through.
"What is the reason for your call?" The person said who answered.
"My bedrooms on fire and I can't get out." She cried into the phone with an increasingly croaky voice. "Please help me!"
"Okay please try and keep calm." They said, but Jess couldn't calm down. "Where are you?"
"Nine High Street, holby." She said.
"Okay, there will be a fire engine arriving soon. Please stay calm."
"Im trying!" Jess said, getting frustrated.
"Have you opened any windows?" The person asked.
"I've tried but its stuck! I can't open it!" Jess said.
"Is there anything you can use to break the window?" More questions...
"I have a hockey stick." She said. She used to play hockey and she stopped, so she kept the stick as a reminder.
"I advise that you smash the window and get some clean air." The person said.
"But my parents will kill me. They don't even know about the fire!"
"Im sure they will understand. You need the clean air. You can't breath in the smoke for very long. It can make you ill." He didn't recieve a spoken reply, but he did hear a shatter of glass. "Good." He said.
"If my parents are angry, Im telling them you told me to do it."
"Thats fine with me." The man said, smiling slightly. "Is that a bit better?"
"Yes." Jess said, sighing when the cold air hit her face. She breathed it in, and it feeling the warm feeling spread through her lungs. On the other side of the room, another deodorant can exploded. Jess screamed and ducked.
"Is everything okay?"
"No! Deodorant cans keep exploding..." She could hear sirens now in the distance.
"Are you alright? Did you get hurt at all? I can send for an ambulance."
"No! Don't! My parents work at the ED." Jess said, worrying. She looked around and saw that she wouldn't be able to stay in there for much longer as the fire was working its way along the floor. "I can't stay in here, the floor is on fire too."
"Is there any way you can climb out of the window?" The man asked.
"Not really. I'm on the top floor of my house and there is nothing but a sheer drop." Jess said, and she saw a bottle of water on her window sill. She undid the lid and threw it on the floor, making room for her to stand. She stood up, and leaned over the edge of the window as she began to cough again. The fire engine had arrived.
