I Smoke To Die

Five days after

I woke up to red.
My head pounded.
I was sweating and could feel flames licking at my feet.
I couldn't move.
I faintly heard sirens, but the flashing lights told me they were closer than they sounded. I blinked quickly, trying to focus my vision.
Before I could make sense of what had happened, a rough hand grabbed me and yanked me out of the car. The only thing I thought at that point was, Why didn't he open the door? I glanced back, and discovered that the door was blown off, sitting a couple yards away, the metal crunched up like tin foil.
I was laid down on something soft, probably a stretcher, then I was in the back of a truck, an ambulance. The doors closed and I was plunged into darkness. I let my eyes slide closed and I fell asleep.