Rachel Stanton and The Darkest Night

CHAPTER 23: "FEAR, LOSS, AND HOPE"

Here's Chapter 23 everyone. Sorry for the late upload. I've been busy with my exams and other stuffs. Read please. then shower me with comments.

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23. FEAR, LOSS, AND HOPE

I hit the floor that was full of rubble, but I couldn’t feel the pain when I did.  I was perfectly fine; I was totally unharmed, even when I touched those parts of my body that should’ve been hurt from the fall.

As I staggered to get on my feet, the fire was already coming toward me. I stared at it. My heart began to race every after beat.

I closed my eyes to not feel the pain. The fire had been closer to me now and I was about to feel the heat. I readied myself to die; I began to say good-bye to those that I loved. Next second, I felt something hot blew upon my face. The fire must’ve been burning me to death now. It must be turning me to ash.

I swallowed, wondering the change I just felt. Instead of heat, I felt something bizarre. It was as if someone were pulling me from the fire. And yet someone was dragging me by the waist.

I opened my eyes and looked at the figures that were covered with flames. They tried to take the fire out from themselves. Most of them fell later on, and few of them still tried to live.

I looked over the place where I was blown, remembering what I was gonna do there. Then I remembered I was about to save Jared from his death; I was about to take him out of the place. But where was he now? Was he dead? I hoped not.

The last thing I heard of him was his scream for help. Maybe a wall crashed to his feet he could no longer stand. Maybe something happened to him even worse he couldn’t walk.

As I took few more seconds looking over there, I saw fire building on the plane’s wings. I started to think what would happen next to them. Then it finally gave its second mighty explosion.

For a moment, the fire had finally reached me. And the next thing I saw was darkness—the darkness of my room.

I could feel the sweat trickling on my face to the back of my neck. My eyes were staring blankly into the ceiling for a very long time, and I was thinking about the dream again and again till I found a way to save them.

But how? How would I save the person I mostly loved? Jared, who had helped me save the previous deaths before, was now in the situation to die. And the worst part, I didn’t know where he was right now. I didn’t even know the airport where the plane would crash. I felt so hopeless that I wouldn’t save him.

Once I got myself up, I stumbled toward my closet to get dressed. When I was finished, I headed silently to the stairs, climbing down it and reaching the dining area in a few minutes time. I glanced in every corner of the dining room; the darkness made me hard to think. I couldn’t think for my next move.

What do I do next? I then asked myself.

I turned on the lights and waited. Then I had an idea on how I’d get out of the house to save Jared. Next second, I started to find for my father’s car key. I guessed God had really planned me to know how to drive. Now I felt a slight relief.

I went in every corner of the dining room. Then I found the key lying on top of the fridge. Once I grabbed it in my hand, I thought for my next move again.

I thought it would be better not to tell my parents I had gone out. But I guessed they had the right to know. For a second, I searched again. This time, I looked for a piece of paper and a pen. Then I wrote down as I read. “Dear Mom.” I thought it might be better to write this letter to her. She’d wake up first before the boys would, and she’d notice this letter on the table as she passed.