I walked into my apartment, it's small and everything but the bathroom was connected by air but its mine. I dropped my bag onto my shoe rack and kicked off my shoes in the same direction. I walked into my kitchen, which consists of; a microwave, a sink, a couple of old creaky old cupboards, a 70's esque stove, and a grimy old fridge. I opened the fridge to grab some leftover spaghetti from last night. I opened the microwave, threw it in, and set it for four minutes. I walked to my futon and flopped down onto it. "God, I'm glad today is over," I sighed, "I still have to do that last effing project though. I hate cravitts." I slowly started falling asleep thinking of the bore that the project was gunna be and immediately woke up in a memory of a fire.
I couldn't see, there was too much smoke. My lungs were screaming for oxygen and I felt like I was being roasted in an oven but my first though were my friends. 'I have to get them out of here!' I thought. I jumped out of my bed and tried to wake up the couple of kids in my room. They all got up and started screaming. I led them through some debris that fell from the ceiling and as I passed through the doorway, it collapsed. "No!" I screamed. "Guys?! Wait there until I get help!"
I tried to keep hope as I ran through the hall, it turns out that the entire orphanage was on fire, and as I ran down the stairs, I fell through them. I fell and fell and landed in the basement, my leg and ribs were broken along with my arm and back from the fall. I started crying, the unbelieveable pain I was experiencing was no where near the level of excruciating agony of the fact that I couldn't save the others, the ceiling of the basement soon let the fire break through, the walls and ceiling around me creaked, moaned, and snapped and finally fell onto me. The image of the wooden beam above my head that night was engraved into my mind because i thought it would be the last thing i saw.
I jolted awake as the microwave started beeping. I got up, still shaken from my memories, and took the spaghetti out of the microwave. Thats the day I became what the news is calling a Hell bound. A freak in their eyes and just another monster in the dark for kids to be afraid of.
