Fire….fire was coming toward him. He was stuck in the tank, and couldn't get out. The men, he had to free them. It was coming, coming closer….
Wolffe sat up quickly and shook his head. A dream, it was just a dream. His right eye had barely survived the explosion, but they were all alive.
Rolling out of bed he quietly left the room he shared with three of his brothers and went downstairs to the living room. Suddenly he wondered if Lyni's house had stairs.
Strange, he hadn't thought of it before. But as he had carried her down the three flights of stairs two days before it wasn't completely out of no where. She had looked so alone when he noticed her sitting there.
She was always alone around campus, determinedly wheeling herself to the next thing. Not many people were in wheelchairs here, even less with her shining white hair against her deathly pale skin as if all color had been stolen from her. Except for her eyes, bright and teal blue, always searching. The strange facial tattoos that were white against her almost grey skin also stood out in the crowd.
Yes, Wolffe always noticed her. And that was the first time he had been able to do something to help her. That train of thought wouldn't help, he reminded himself and pulled sat down at the family desktop before looking at the assignment for the next poem Professor Kenobi wanted. Then he tried to start it.
Fire
I close my eyes and see the flame
Fire closing in on me.
No one else can feel the pain
Or see the burns on my skin.
But the fire is always there
Constant heat on my face.
Can someone help me stop the pain?
Let me have water again.