Hopeful Beginnings. (A PTX adoption story, Kavi/Scomiche)

The Fire; Chapter 11

(A/N: This chapter contains a flashback containing possible triggers. Triggers include: Death of loved ones, fire trauma, and attempted suicide. Please skip this chapter if you need to, the content is Ella's backstory, for the purpose of the reader understanding her trauma. While it is an important part of the story it is not necessary to read this in order to understand the rest of the book.)

Ella's P.O.V.

I went into my bathroom to get ready for lunch. Kirstie had told me the five of them were taking me out to lunch to share some important news with me. As I reached for my hair brush I caught a glimpse of a scar that I try so hard to forget about. The memories came flooding back, pushing through the block I had put in my mind to contain them. I sank to the ground as they overtook me.

*Flashback (In bold)*

~I woke up in the middle of the night coughing violently. What's wrong with my eyes? I wondered. My almost empty bedroom looked like it had fog in it, it was so hard to see anything. I stumbled my way through the darkness to turn on the light. I gasped, my room was filled with fog! Wait... that's not fog, I sniffed the air, It's smoke! I quickly dropped to my hands and knees. During fire safety at school the fire man said to always stay low. Smoke rises and if you inhale to much it can damage your brain. I crawled to my door and pressed the back of my hand against the door to check for fire on the other side. "OW!," I yelled. The door was (literally) burning hot! I started to panic.

If a door was hot you weren't supposed to open it, Fire was on the other side. I had to find another way out. I gazed around my room, foolishly hoping that there was another way out that, somehow, I had never noticed. But the quick glance only confirmed my fears. There were only two ways out of my room, the door and the window. Most people would probably just jump out the window, thinking a broken bone or two and maybe a concussion were better than burning. However, my bedroom was on the third story of my house. If I jumped, I would probably die. I pressed my head to my floor and tried to see through the crack between the door and my floor. A bright orange gaze met my sight. I was trapped.

Panic swelled within me. What was I going to do? All of a sudden screams filled the air, reminding me that I was not alone. My parents were downstairs sleeping. "MOM! DAD!" My horse voice cried out. I Curled into a ball on the wall furthest from my door, sobbing. Tears streamed down my face as I listened to my parent's earth shattering screams. They continued for about two minutes when suddenly, the stopped. "No!" I screamed in denial. But I knew what had happened. My parents were dead. They had been burned alive.

The smoke was becoming thicker and it became harder to breathe even pressed to the ground. Smoke filled my every breath and my head so dizzy that I knew at any moment I could pass out. Flames started to slip under the door. Screaming in terror I crawled over to the window. Even in my hazy state I scolded myself for not thinking to open it sooner. The window would ventilate my room. I opened it and shoved the screen out. May as well do it now while I have the strength, I reasoned. I stuck my head out the window, hoping for a breath of fresh air. The smoke was pouring out the window and I choked as I breathed it in. I turned back to my room. To my horror the fire was almost on top of me. I pushed myself up so I was sitting on the window sill. Jumping to my death would be far less painful than burning. A flame jumped out and licked my hand. I screamed in pain and got ready to jump. A man burst through my door. He quickly sprayed the fire with his hose. After the fire was out he rushed over to me. I sat poised to jump, scared of of my wits.

The fireman tried to speak to me but my ears were ringing and I was too dazed to say anything. He picked my up and swung me over his shoulder. When he carried me outside fresh filled my lungs. My head cleared a little and I remembered my parents. "MOM! DAD!" I screamed as I tore away from the paramedics and tried to run back into the burning house. A fireman grabbed me before I could reach my house and held me back. Suddenly, my body went limp. All of my energy was gone. I was dizzy and weak and my vision was blurry from the tears streaming down my face. And that's when everything went black for the first time.~

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Hey guys!!! It's summer! I hope you don't mind that I decided to take the first week off. I'm not going to lie I spent most of it doing nothing. Are you guys out of school (If your even in school.) yet? I go to private school and we got out a week ahead of the public schools where I live so I know not all of you might be done. In other news though... KRISTIE AND JEREMY GOT ENGAGED! Ahhhh!! Am I right? They are sooo perfect for each other and I've been waiting for it to happen for ages. And he proposed in Paris. That gets him serious points, Paris is so romantic! I've decided to make an uploading schedule so that I don't totally slack off and put off updating my two stories. (If you didn't know I also have an Avi romance story that I'm working on right now.) I'll post that schedule at the end of next chapter, and I'm also going to message it out to my followers. Don't forget to vote on my story if you liked it, comment suggestions and tips on my writing, and I'll see you soon! Bye lovies! <3 -Alissa