5 - VIP pt 2

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My lungs...

The fire was spreading from behind us. Some of it spread to the ceiling, and some of it was devouring people. The fire grew real close to us as we went up the stairs. All of my surroundings, including Andy's hand, was hot. It felt like my blood was boiling. Trails of fire fell from the ceiling onto Andy's arm, but his quest to save us was too greatly on his mind for him to notice.

Andy gripped tighter to my arm as he lead us through the smoke and the wretched flames. He was coughing hard, and was stumbling a few times; sometimes I'd even hear him wheeze. My lungs were filling with smoke, my skin was melting in a lack of humidity, my eyes were burning and watering, I felt like my entire being was slowly deteriorating.

"S-Stay close.." Andy pushed out, you could tell it was hard to speak. "I think the stage exit is this way.."

Andy looked up as the sound of creaking broke through the kindling silence, I looked up as well, and you could see almost nothing. It looked like a sky full of dense rain clouds, all grey, and raining ashes. Andy's eyes widened.

"Hey, we need to move now!" He wheezed out, followed by a cough. Just as we began to make a run for it the creaking quickly turned into breaking and snapping. The wooden platforms holding up the ceiling begun to fall down with small flames leeching onto it. The firey wood fell down right infront of me, and just behind Andy; separating us. I tripped over the wood and fell on top of the flaming pile of it.

"Fuck!" Andy yelled out. He begun to try to help me out, picking up the pieces and throwing them across the room.

"Come on... come on...!" He whispered to himself as he was rummaging through trying to help me up. Small pieces of the ceiling wood started to fall around Andy, and though it was hard to see him, I could tell he was breaking a sweat not only from the heat and exhaustion, but from nervousness that a fan would die in his arms.

My whole body was aching, and I was losing consciousness along side the motivation to move. My lungs were filled with dust and smoke, and my hair that was once so perfectly done before the show was covered with ashes like being caught in a cold blizzard.

My eyes closed.

It felt nice

I'm getting really tired

Maybe. Just maybe. I should lie here.

My body was heaved, it was being dragged. My eyes were closed and I was delirious. I was practically unconscious. But yet, I'm awake at the same time. Is this was it feels like to die in the arms of a savior?

A gust of wind brushed through my hair, cold air filled my lungs and stung my throat with pungent oxygen. With all the strength I have, I tried to open my eyes. It was blurry, but I could see the pitch black sky, the stars, the smoke from the building, the stage lights, and.. and Andy. He was right above me, probably as exhausted as I was and beaten up. He has a few scratches on his shirtless, pale skin. His arms were burnt.

"Andy.." I squeezed out of my chest.

His icy eyes were the last thing I'd seen before everything went black.

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It slowly faded in, i could hear slow and steady pulses. My eyes remained closed, and they squeezed alittle bit, wincing at the pain throughout my body inside and out. My fingers gently gripped at sheets. Where am I? Fuck the pain is slowly making itself known to me.

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