Meghan's POV
My head was pounding, my heart was racing and I could barely breathe. Parts of me were scrapped and scratched. I was lying on the cold, hard concrete questioning the reason of my existence.
The apartment was in flames. A thick cloud of smoke rose above the burning remains of the appartment. And I choked on he smell of it. There was also a faint odor of gasoline.
Pulled my weak, sore, and scratched body off the cement.
"Guys!" I screamed.
There was no reply.
"Jaiden!? Nolan!?"
Nothing.
"Rianna!? Ava!?"
Not even a cricket.
"Olivia!? Liam!?"
Still nothing.
"Dean!?"
Silence.
I walked around the burning apartment, searching for my friends. I screamed their names again and again, hoping they would hear me.
After a long while of screaming my friends names, a fire truck pulled up to our flaming apartment.
Dozens of men came out of the truck. Half of them ran in the building and the other half began to hose down the building.
A few of them brought me to the ambulance, where paramedics observers my wounds and patched them up.
I sat on the edge of the ambulance, desperately hoping that a fire fighter would drag my friends out of the flaming building, followed by the paramedics telling me that they would be okay.
But instead, the fire fighters came out of the building empty handed.
"I'm sorry miss" the tall, bulky, male firefighter apologized, "Your friends weren't in there"
I walked away without saying a single word.
I stood in the ashes of what used to be our apartment. I looked into the horizon, desperately praying my friends were alive out there somewhere.
But what if they burnt along with the appartment? What if I was the only survivor? What if they died because of me?
These thoughts danced around in my head, as I watched the sun rise over the ocean.
"Meghan" a familiar female voice said from behind me.
My heart stopped.
I'd recognize that voice anywhere. It belonged to someone I hadn't heard from in a long while.
"Jasmine?"
