The Past Is Scorched

The House is on Fire

     I woke up to a ember dancing across my face as an intense heat filled my bedroom. I started choking and gasping for oxygen as a thick smoke burnt my eyes. I did what I knew and dropped to the heated wood floor. I crawled like a soldier under barbed wire to the door. I felt to see if it was warm it was. I immediately turned around and headed for the rope ladder exit just outside my window. The fire burst out the living room window and caught it on fire just as I was about to use it for my escape. I decided to take a chance with the door and so I grabbed my slippers for the singed floor and headed down stairs. As soon as I reached the downstairs I realized that the laminate floor in the kitchen was on fire. It was releasing dangerous toxic fumes into the already harmful air. My head started to feel weird as I moved through the kitchen. I had to run because the floor was heating up and bursting into flames all around me. I reached the dining room and quickly looked around for my parents. They weren't there like I thought they would be. But I heard sirens so I thought they might be outside waiting for me so I started running even faster out the door. I took a quick glance and saw that the fire trucks were coming and that my parents were there getting shoved in a white van that soon drove off. I went to run after it but a stair on the partially burnt porch gave out from under my feet and I hit the ground blacking out.