"Rosalie!"
My eyes snapped open. I looked over to the clock beside my bed. It was one in the morning. Who was calling me at this time?
There was a faint smell of something burning in the air. I got up, half asleep, and began to walk to the kitchen to see what happened. As soon as I stepped out of my room, I saw flames engulfing the room.
"Mom! Dad! Where are you?" I cried out.
There was no response. So I turned around and ran back into my room. My window! I thought. I ran to my window and jumped out. Outside, my parents were standing in front of the house sobbing.
"Rosalie! Are you okay?" they asked at the same time.
"Yes, I'm fine. What happened?"
"We were sleeping, then all of a sudden, thick black smoke was filling the room. We were just about to wake you up, but the flames blocked the way to your room," said my mom.
"You need leave, now. They'll try to get you," my dad exclaimed.
"Who'll try to get me?" I asked, confused.
"We can't tell you," said my mom, biting her lip, "Run, run as fast as you can, and don't look back."
"Okay. Bye," I said, tears streaming down my face.
