Okay, extremely short chapter, but the next one is expected to be MUCH longer. I had fun writing this chapter surprisingly. I'm still a little unsure about how good this is though.

Chap 4-

When I woke up the morning of my date- I mean, get together with Paul, I woke up to the sound of the fire alarm going off. I jumped out of bed, running into my brothers room and waking up his pajama clad body and forcing him to run with me down the stairs. There was no time to see where the fire was coming from, all I knew was we needed to get out of the house.

The alarm was still going off when me and Ryan were outside in our pajamas, starring at the house, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did.

Was it a false alarm? Does that happen?

"Cat! What about my hamster!" Ryan cried from beside me, I looked at him, taking in his words slowly.

"Um, you stay here. I-I'm going to go get him and make sure nothings wrong." I said quietly before walking hesitantly towards the house.

I walked in, nothing appeared to be wrong. I went around to the stairs, walking up them slowly, and rushing into Ryan's room just in case there was an actual emergency. I grabbed hold of the cage clumsily and left the room, making sure to close the bedroom door behind me. That's when I saw it, the clouds of black smoke coming from the living room.

It was the only way out, unless I wanted to jump out the second story window, which wasn't happening. I walked down the steps, only to have the black smoke knock the breath out of me. I thought of Ryan, how he might come in looking for me if I took long enough.

I needed to get out of here. I began to walk quickly, only to be stopped when I felt searing pain envelope my foot. I looked down to see that I stepped on a piece of badly burned wood. My foot was burned severely, I took another step, only to find it impossible for me to stand on my burned foot.

I was sent to the ground in a heap, the hamster cage tumbling away from me and emitting little squeaks of pretest. By this time I felt what little air supply I had go out of me. I was gagging and couching on the lack of air and the majority of smoke. I could feel sweat heavy on my face, making my grey tank top, and green boy shorts stick to my body and rub against my irritated skin.

Is this was it feels like to burn to death? To have your body screaming at you to get the hell out of the fire, only you could do no such thing.

Fire was surrounding me now and I could hear Ryan outside, calling my name urgently, only I couldn't call back. I couldn't tell him it was aright, I couldn't comfort him. It was worse then any bad dream I've ever had. To know that the person you love the most needs you and you cant get to them.

I couldn't leave Ryan here all by himself. In this house, in this new place, with that giant bully Paul. Oh how I wish I would have punched him when I had the chance. I would have relished that moment to no end. Just the thought of hurting the person who caused my brother any fear was enough to give me hope. I tried to stand again, but my burned foot shot pain up my leg to the point where it fell asleep.

I wanted to pass out, to give up, to join my father, but no, I had to be strong.

But I couldn't. Not anymore. Not with no more breath. Not without my daddy. I could still hear Ryan calling to me in the distance as the flames licked up next to me. Was this hell? I felt myself going slowly, but quickly at the same time.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. My eyes closed, cutting off the blinding light of the fire, my hearing became weak, Ryan's voice slipping away, and something solid grabbed me, something hotter then the fire. I didn't have time to think about it, because by that time, I was shutting down from the world, giving up, not able to be strong anymore.

My nightmare was over.

Was it good? Bad? Sucked? Do you guys like the way this story is going? I'm not completely sure? Any suggestions? Review please!