Engulfed

Chapter 5

I helped Brendon get his legs up on the window sill. He sat on the edge, looking down with horror. He knew exactly what I'd been thinking and hoping. This was our best way of surviving.

"I love you, man," Brendon said and shook his head, giving me a quick hug around my neck.

I smiled, "You too. We can love each other later when we're out of here. Now go!"

He turned back to the ground and slid his body under the broken glass. I tried not to watch as his arms and legs flailed as he fell. In fact, I turned around.

I was tempted to plug my ears, in case he screamed, but wasn't quick enough. First came the sound of crunching leaves. He fell right on top of a bush to cushion the fall. Then came the scream.

"FUCK!" he wailed and rolled over on his back. I opened an eye and looked down at his leg. It was definitely not okay, but not as terribly broken as I suspected.

Great... Now it's my turn.

I hoisted myself up on the window sill and pulled my leg up.

If I'd been paying any attention while trying to get Brendon out, I'd have known that the flames were spreading faster.

It felt worse than the burns before, probably because it was bigger and burned a red-purple color. I yelped and tried to kick the flames away. That just made it worse.

My whole leg was burning up and no matter what I did, it would not let out. I slid against the wall under the window and grimaced, trying not to touch anything.

"Brendon!" I heard Dallon shout. They found him...

"Where's Patrick?"

Pete...

"He's still in there," Brendon groaned.

There was a moment of nothingness. No sound, no feeling, it didn't even feel like any time had passed.

With a string of other expletives, he called for me, "Patrick! Jump down! I've got you!"

Hearing his voice, so worried for his friend, hurt me worse than the fire.

"Patrick! Please!" he continued and started sobbing. I did along with him.

Pete went on a rampage, one I refused to try to hear. I just hope someone's there for him when I get out of this... or not.

I think the first thing that went was my sanity. I almost watched it go. The flames snickered and laughed at me, tormenting me by slapping me with fire.

The window was still open, so I bit onto my hand to stifle my screams. It's just not fair for everyone down there. Eventually, my hand started bleeding, but it was the least of my worries. Besides, I couldn't feel it anyways.

There was an overwhelming sense of numbing that turned itself on and off at random. I'd see the fire, burning at my skin, but would feel a very delayed reaction of it.

I can't smell skin burning anymore, so I guess that's a good thing..?

I slowly give into it. I can't win.

A/N
Hey... Sorry, it's on the shorter side and it's almost as much as an emotional train wreck as my life :D

Anyways - I know it's horrible timing - but I apologize if I'm not posting regularly throughout the rest of the week. Ever since Saturday, I haven't been feeling quite right and I don't know why. I'm going to the doctor to see what's up. Probably just a bug or something.

Between Logan and I (the owners of this account) I will find a way to update this at least once a week. Thanks for understanding, commenting, and voting! Love you! ❤
~ Becca