The Burden I Will Have To Bear

I was sitting in my office building, trying to gather my work things to go and get my daughter who was waiting for me in the reception of my office.

Everything was so calm and quiet, the only sound was the low buzzing sound from computers in nearby offices. This just how I liked it, peaceful.

I was just about to leave my office, when I smelt the faint scent of smoke. I looked around, and sure enough there was a slow spiral of smoke coming from my printer. It was so beautiful and yet ugly in its own way. I spent a few minutes marvelling at the smoke, before fully registering what was happening.

I had no idea what to do, I've never been in such a situation before. I walk into the next office to call for help. By the time help came it was too late. A fire had started. Hot,wicked flames licking up destroying everything it touched. It was only in the corner of my office, but I had already panicked.

I got a bucket and poured water on the fire, only making the flames angrier and burn brighter. It was the fire's time to shine. It was spreading, the monster opening its mouth and just swallowing everything. I started to sweat, I felt a chill go down my spine. This was serious, the whole office was in danger, including my daughter downstairs!

I ran and turned on the fire alarm evacuating all the offices. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I had to fight through the crowded stairs to get to the bottom. To get to my daughter. By the time I was at the reception, I was told my daughter went upstairs to look for me. Fear filled my heart of the thought of her dead. The fire had already reached the floor above me, but I could not leave her there to die.

I went up, through the scorching heat calling out her name, looking for her. I heard no reply. I started panicking again. She could not be gone. I can not loose her. She is all I have left in my life. Since my husband died last year of leukaemia.

Suddenly, I heard movement. I rushed in that direction, sweat trickling down my face. To my immense joy it was my daughter.

I grabbed her and hugged her tight, for fear of losing her again. The fire was still raging all around us. I was still scared but finding my daughter made me feel better.

We rushed back downstairs, trying to survive. I could see something up a head of us, I think a burnt down door. I shouted at my daughter to jump over it. I held on to her hand tight, not wanting to let go. I jump over the door, waiting for her to do the same, but she falls.I reach out to her and try to catch her as she falls. I am so close and yet so far. Her fingers slip through mine. The floor gave way. I watched as she fell into the flames below. Standing, knowing I couldn't do anything to save her.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart. The worst feeling in the world. A feeling that made me drop to the ground. To the flames.

I hear a voice in the distance, but I don't call out for help. I had lost the will to live. I had nothing left to live for.

That was how it happened. I was saved, by who, I don't know, but I wish I wasn't because all I can think of was; I wasn't able to save her. I let her slip through my fingers. Literally. That will forever be my fault and the burden I will have to bear.

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