I woke up and shot rite up in my bed. Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones but I could not quite figure out what it was. I started coughing violently something was filling up my lungs. Making it impossible to breath. I grabbed the top of my light pink night gown and brought it up over my mouth. Taking in a deep breath being able to slightly breathe again.
I looked around my room trying to make out anything in the darkness. Once my eyes adjusted I started to make out what looked like smoke coming in underneath my door.
Smoke what the hell was going on?
I quickly jumped out of my bed letting the fabric of my night gown fall down and rest against my knees.
I reached out and rested my hands against my door. I quickly withdrew my hand from the heat it was radiating.
Fire.
Was all I managed to think. My house was on fire. Then I instantly thought about the other person who lived in this house with me.
"Dad!" I yelled out as I flung open my door.
My face was instantly assaulted with heat. I had to close my eyes against the sting from the heat and smoke that was now moving around my face.
I pulled the dress back up trying to block the smoke as I tried to open my eyes. Only being able to squint them open enough to see. I could see smoke and fire all around me. The flames seemed to be running up the walls.
How the hell did this happen?
"Dad!" I called out again.
The response I herd was only something I have ever heard in my dreams.
Someone cried out in sheer pain. It ran through the howl house. I almost collapse at the sound. It was the most horrible sound I have ever herd.
I did not even think about what I was doing. I ran out trying to stay away from the flames. But when I ran out I was not shore where I was supposed to be. I should be in the hall looking at my bathroom but from what I could see I was standing in what looked like a grand entry hall. There was a grand stair case in front of me but that was all I could see. The flames covered every other inch of the house.
I looked behind me at the door that should lead out of the house. It just led back into my bedroom. I tried to make my way back through it. A got a few steps closer and I could make out a figure lying on my bed. It was me I was still laying on my bed in nothing but my underwear and bra. As I was when I passed out earlier.
What the hell is going on?
I was about to make my way out of the fire and back to the safety of my room when I heard that same scream as before, except this time it was more than one scream. They were coming from everywhere.
I had no idea what was going on or who the screams belonged to but I knew that I had to help whoever it was.
I ran to the middle of the room and tried to figure out where the screams where coming form.
"Where are you?" I yelled hoping someone would hear me and responded.
I had to help. I had to get them out.
The screams answered. Filled with agony and pain. They came from all directions. I could not make out anything. I did not know what to do.
I was starting to panic when a loud clear scream came from somewhere near the back of the stairs.
I ran around as fast as I could. Trying to out sun the flams not shore if that was an actual thing that I could do.
When I reached the back of the stairs I realized the screaming was coming from behind a door that was under the stairs.
I reached out and against the heat pulled open the door.
A man who was leaning against the door fell down at my feat. He was so badly burned that I could not make out any of his features.
His skin was burnt, it almost looked like he was melting away. He was actually smoking as he seemed to have just escaped the fires of hell.
I looked at him not shore of what I should do. I did not want to touch him. I did not want to hurt him any more then he already was.
I do not think he even noticed I was there. He just continued to scream in pain. His screams assaulted my ears. He was in so much pain.
I did not know what I was doing but I sat down and as gently as I could place his head into my lap. It was not until I did this that he opened his eyes to look at me. I could do nothing but to stair back at his big blue eyes that were full of uncontrollable pain.
I stared back at him and started to hum. Hum I could not figure out what the hell I was doing. If I did not get us out of this house we were both going to die.
I just sat there and hummed. I wanted nothing more than to calm him down. Make him feel no more pain at least for a little while. At least long enough to get him out of the fire.
It seemed to be working. He stopped screaming and fighting against the pain. His eyes relaxed and I knew that I had to work fast because whatever just happened would not work for long.
I stood up gently placing his head back on the ground. I grabbed him underneath his arms and with all my strength tried pulling him out of the door. I managed to move him just a few inches before he slipped form my grasp and I fell back against the wall behind me.
I stood up and looked at him. His big blue eyes pleading with me to get him out of this burning house. I did not think I was going to be able to move him. He was just too heavy for my small frame to move.
I was not going to give up. I would die in this fire if I had to. I was going to save this man. But then a pain hit me in the gut. Letting me know that something else, someone else was in trouble. I instantly started to panic not knowing why. I listened around me and realized all of the other screams had stopped.
There was a loud crash as the roof on the floor above caved in. I had to get out of here and get out fast but I could not even think about that at his moment.
I looked back down to the man who was still staring at me.
"Where is he?" I asked frantically.
Having absolutely no idea who it was I was looking for. Just knowing that I need to find him. He needed to be okay. The man with the blue eyes looked back at me. Trying to speak with no success.
"Where is he?" I demanded again.
"Not hear?" He managed to push through his lips.
I found myself instantly relax even though I could not figure out why. I was still stuck in this burning house that was latterly crashing down around me.
I looked back at the front door. It was only a few feet away from me. I just needed to get there. The door somehow flung open all on its own. Revealing the woods that were outside. Not my room like there was before.
I looked down at the man and could see the pain start to reappear in his eyes. I had to get us out and get us out now but I knew I was not strong enough to move him. I was just not physically strong enough to move him.
But you're mentally. I thought to myself not having any idea what I was thinking.
I looked back at him as he started to scream again. I needed to get him out of here and get him out of here now. Or he was going to die. The next thing I knew he was being dragged across the floor my an invisible force that pulled him rite out the door and onto the grass outside.
I did not know how it happened but I was so happy it did. I quickly looked back down the stairs. I thought about going down there. I knew there were other people down there, but I also knew they were dead. I had not heard there screams in what felt like forever.
I turned and ran out the door. I ran to the man who was no longer screaming. He was just lying there still.
Oh my god he's dead. I thought to myself.
I ran over to him and let out a sigh of relief when I saw his chest slowly rising and falling.
Before the sigh would even fully leave my lips I took a deep gasp in as someone's arms wrapped around me from behind and pulled me away from the burnt man with the blue eyes.
I quickly shot up, screaming as I did. I reached down trying to force the arms around my stomach off of me. But there was nothing there. I was just clawing at my own bare stomach. I looked around and I was back in my own room. Sitting up in my bed.
What the fuck was that? Was that a dream? I asked myself.
I knew the answer though. Yes it was. I always dream of fire and screams when I sleep but never that vivid. Never had I actually seen what was on fire, it was always just the flames, and never has there been any other people. Just there screams.
The next thing I knew my door was being swung open. My dad's tired eyes staring at me. I quickly pulled the blanket up over my half naked body before his eyes could adjust to the dark and actually see me.
"Are you okay? You were screaming." He asked.
I just looked back at him.
"Yeah bad dream." I panted at him. Not realizing how out of breath I was until now.
He looked at me not shore if he should believe me or not.
"Really I'm fine. Go back to sleep." I told him.
He nodded his head reluctantly and walked out of the room.
I looked over grabbing for my phone. It was 6am. I have only been asleep for about three hours.
I sat up in bed trying to figure out what the hell had just happened to me. I had never dreamed like that before. I knew I was lying to myself. I knew it. I knew that this was not a dream but it was a memory. That scared me. All of those nights of screaming and filled with fears form my dreams where memory's. I was shore of that now.
"What the hell happened?" I asked myself out loud.
Truthfully I was not shore if I wanted to know any more about what happened before I lost my memory's. If this is what my past was filled with maybe they should stay away.
I thought about the man I had saved from the fire. I could not help but wonder if he was still alive. Those blue eyes looked so familiar to me. As if I had seen them before. I could not figure out where. Then I thought about my life. I could not have been more than ten when this happened.
Why would I, a ten year old run into a fire like that to save someone? A normal ten year old would run away in fear. And who was it I was so worried about saving?
All good questions, but questions I was not shore if I wanted answered.