All Prisoner ™ || wersja angielska

1| Fire

This whole explosion in a small brown house awakened the whole town. Immediately the fire brigade and the police came out of nowhere. The uniformed began to secure the area with tapes and push people away. At the same time, firefighters in yellow overalls, helmets and masks massively entered the house, which was destroyed only a little. Everyone expected the worst things. All these rumors. Ah..

- Such a tragedy!
One woman spoke.

One of the firefighters inside separated from the rest. He crouched in the middle of one of the small rooms.
It was a strange room.

Bright pink paint is constantly across the walls. The floor was a black carpet with stars. Cradle on the left by the covered window with a pink friendly curtain, and next to the piece of furniture for a child a small table with a blackboard and chalk. On the walls there were photo frames, and in these frames.. Photos. Pictures of children with blood pouring out of their mouths, on other children smiling ghastly, and still in other three frames children in a cold land with blue skin, as if they were. dead with purple balloons in your hand.

The firefighter took off his helmet and mask, realizing that the smoke he was inhaling was harmless, meaningless. In this room, the smoke was meaningless.

Dust was nowhere to settle. The room was like perfectly prepared for the white glove test. On one of the walls there was a dark wardrobe with a bricked door, and from it as if it was blowing cold.
The firefighter slowly approached the furniture and opened the wing of the wardrobe with vibrating hands.

- My fucking God..

The man was taken to vomit. He saw a white bloody dress in that closet. A pile of blood-stained clothes. Clothes a little frozen with cold air blowing the wardrobe. The world stood still for a moment, and every firefighter in the house blackened their eyes. Each of them opened a wardrobe, drawer, looked under the mattress or into the storage room.

Each of them began to run away from this place in one second, cursing under their breath. By profession, knowing that one was running away from the sudden smell of fuel, so they did when they felt.
Outside, they pushed people away, breathing heavily. The house as if it had been flooded with all the gasoline, and the door was genuinely torn out by the wind, although it was not there.

Everyone fell silent.

After two minutes of silence, one door after door began to creak in the house.
After a while, a girl aged maybe 18 came out through the entrance wing, with such a slow step, and stopped a step in front of the door frame outside. The black hair falling on her shoulders and breasts also partially obscured her pale cheeks. She was dressed in a white blood-stained dress..
She raised her head, and everyone realized that they could see her in the faded pain of the redemptive black iris.

- Do something to fuck!
Voices were being torn out of the crowd.

The teenager took a few airy steps forward and looked at the sun and then at the people gathered there.

- I'm Sara. - she replied calmly, showing her small, friendly smile on her lips. Immediately after that, she showed the lighter and pulled it out in front of her.

- Beautiful sun shines. It's a day. I see the day. - she said in her velvety and clear voice, seeming to be driven out of all fears and paini.

The girl crouched on her knees, turning her back to the crowd of people. Some of them breathed a breather because they hadn't looked at her black lips, which had been pulled hard in the corners for a while.
Sarah pulled her thumb once, and immediately after that she saw the fire.

- It's that time. - she whispered under her breath with a slight smile.

She dragged her hand with a lighter down onto the pavement, setting fire to a line of gasoline that so quickly pulled towards the house and began to burn it from above.
The girl stood up, shrugged her shoulders in relief, and for 15 years a fire finally shone in her eyes.