Calla had nowhere to go, she was trapped. The fire around her swirled in graceful movements. No matter what she did the neon flames would burn her, and soon the whole school. She fell to the floor in a gasping heap. The air that she breathed felt like a bullet to the chest with every passing wet breath. How did this even happen? Was the question that echoed in her mind.
Suddenly a face came through the wall of flames. Calla gasped at the figure and tried to scramble away but her body wouldn't respond. There standing before her was herself. 'She' was covered in flames but she could still recognize herself. It smiled at her with no kindness of heart. 'Her' hands reached for her and 'her' long thin fingers wrapped around her throat.
Calla struggled against the open like hold of 'her'. Her fire made fingers burned her skin as she gasped for air. The fresh smell of burning flesh burned her nostrils and 'her' gave a cruel smile with an even colder dark laughter. Calla reached into her bag for her only hope left. Although she promised never to do it again for her family's safety, she had to...for everyone's safety. She had to.
Her fingers brushed the cold metal strings. She opened her mouth with what little air was left in her lungs and sang.
