That blue hair'd douch is my dad

Chapter 12

I text Tristan to come open the door, he was there quickly. He opened the door and stepped in.

"Tristan don't let the door... close," I said just as it closed behind him.

"Sorry Porcelain," he said and hugged me.

"It's alright, we're just stuck here now," I said

"Sorry," Tristan said just as the ground began to shake under our feet.

Tristan held us steady and braced us against the wall. After a few moments it stopped but there were huge crackes up the walls. I looked over and the doorframe was twisted in an unnatural way, there was no way to open it now. I began to small smoke about five minutes later.

"Tristan," I said.

"I know I smell it too," he said.

We both looked up and saw the flame begin to come through the celing and the walls. I began to shake and Tristan pulled us into the corner. He began rooting through my bag and pulled out my water bottle and covered my gym shirt. Then he pulled it over my face and braced himself protectivly over my small frame.

TRISTAN POV

I tucked Porcelain into my lap, in the corner of the stairwell, my back was to the flames and I could feel the heat on my back. Porcelain went limp in my arms, I knew she was unconcious. I felt my conciousness fading but I had to protect Porcelain, but eventually I felt my conciousness fade.