🥀Fallen🥀 | Stiles Stilinski x OC

Fire and Flames🥀

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I couldn't believe I got out. My house was on fire, the heat radiating off and onto me. I heard the screams and cries of my family members. Tears streamed down my face as I laid on the ground, barely breathing and burned. My uncle Peter had pushed me out before I got too hurt, but he got trapped. I picked my weak 10 year old body up off the ground as much as I could and struggled to crawl away from the flames.

I saw someone running away in the distance. The someone who set my house on fire. I wanted to get up and run after them, but my strength was taken away. it was dark, I couldn't see much. I worried if something had happened to Derek and Laura. what If the person who started the fire, had other people, people who were after them? My mind raced with thoughts. I was scared, terrified. I couldn't do anything to help. I wasn't able to heal as fast as my other family members.

I soon heard sirens from the distance, I was saved, though I knew my family wasn't. I sat up against a tree, my legs curled up to my chest. I saw arms trying to claw out of the house, one by one, the arms fell. the screams and cries got quieter and quieter by the minute, until there were no sounds left except the sounds of flames and siren. The sirens got closer and closer, then they had stopped right next to me. I looked over and saw firetrucks, police cars, and ambulances.

I sat there, unable to move. Smoke had affected my vocal cords so I was unable to yell for help. Deputy Stilinski found me a few minutes later, he quickly brought me over to a paramedic. Police came over and asked me questions. I couldn't tell them much. I didn't know how or where it started, I didn't see or know who did it, and I don't know who else survived or got out. Another car showed up, Laura's car. Derek and Laura climbed out. I could see their tears glistening. They looked around. Their eyes found me and they instantly ran over.

They also asked me questions, but more about my well being. I could tell they weren't trying to cry in front of me, but they couldn't hold back their feelings. Firefighters had run into the house to see if anyone was alive. we waited eagerly, hoping to see someone come out alive. Hoping to run into their arms and hug them. 10 minutes passed, feeling as if it was an hour, they came out, carrying a body. as they got closer, the better I could see who it was.

Uncle Peter. His face was burnt and he seemed as if he wasn't even breathing. They got him into another ambulance and quickly drove off, their sirens burning my ears. We didn't see anyone else come out alive. They were all gone. I cried into Laura's chest as she hugged both me and Derek tightly. She herself was sobbing. I couldn't blame her.

Laura was unqualified to take care of both me and Derek, as she lived off our parents money and house. Officers had brought us into the police station. They took Derek and Laura in for questioning. A lady came and talked to me, she said she was with Social Services. Her name was Dr Holden. She explained to me that I'd be separated from Laura and Derek. Which made me even more upset. I was allowed to say my goodbyes to Derek and Laura then she buckled me up in her car and drove me to a building. I was going to stay there for the night while they find people to take care of me.

I laid in the bed they gave me. I couldn't fall asleep. All I saw were the flames, my family trying to scratch their way out. That night was sleepless. In the morning, Dr Holden came in.

"Hi, sweetheart. I have some very nice people waiting outside for you. You'll be staying with them for a while." She said in a nice, friendly voice. 

I walked out the door and saw a woman and a man. They looked as if they didn't want to be there.