The Few Things Made of Concrete [DISCONTINUED AND REWRITTEN]

Concrete Slab One: I am Alive

Concrete Slab One: I Am Alive

-New Jersey, 2017-

The house burned around me, the flames licking at the walls and the curtains and the couch. But i am alive, sitting here in the middle of the room. The fire did not come any closer to me, and I did not come any closer to it. We simply sat there together, the destructive flame and I, and I watched as it destroyed all of the memories on the walls. I watched it burn holes into my mother's eyes, and destroy the dead flowers that had rested for many days on the end table next to my father's piano. It wasn't long before the entire house was crumbling around me, the large beams falling around me and quickly being consumed by flame. But I was still here. I can feel the flames creeping up behind me, clawing at my back, but it doesn't hurt at all.

People always said that death by fire must have been one of the worst ways to go, but it wasn't bad at all right now. It was just the fire and I, sitting in the living room together, destroying the world.

The smoke swirled above my head, creating a large cloud. It rained wood chips and ceiling tiles, and I knew then that it had reached the roof. Embers pinched at my skin and I smiled at them, shaking them off onto the floor. I knew that the floor would soon give out underneath me, sending me down into the basement with what was left of the house on top of me, but the thought simply made me smile. I couldn't think of anything better to do at the time. I can feel the boards creak, slowly giving way and cracking.

The floor to my right falls first, and like a large wave i fall after it, and the cough to my left falls down after me. It lands on top of me, and i can almost feel my ribs snapping. They push into my lungs, and blood begins to trickle from the corner of my lips.

I can feel it now. The flames that had touched my skin. It tingles there, like warm water touching my skin. My mind is a whirlwind, small spots of black and gray consuming my vision before it all fades away.