The story of a broken spirit

No hope

I saw it burn.
I saw it burn to the ground.
Everything and everyone I'd come to love. Gone. Again. I lay helplessly, being held down by four firefighters, screaming as my world turned into blackened ash. I felt the familiar feeling of my heart shattering, but I still felt the pure agony inside my chest. Why was it me that survived? Why did the people who loved me and cared for me have to die? Why did everything I've come to know and love have to be become forgotten cinders in a cruel and unforgiving world? I could hear their voices in my head, screaming for me to help them, but I was too late. I could hear the distant cries and orders of the firefighters, but they were drowned out by the memories of the once people in the fire, now only ashes. Suddenly, all went black.
I woke up staring at grimy white ceiling. I sat up. I was surrounded by numerous scary-looking machines. I felt it straight away. The pain in my chest. It was unbearable. I could remember the flames licking up my body, the warm feeling as it climbed up my body. I remember bursting through the doors of the corridor. "STEVE?! JULIE?! SARAH?!" I barged into Sarah's room, looking around frantically for the autistic-six year-old girl. I saw her in bed, her charred body cowered under the sheets with her beloved teddy of which she would never part from. I remember tearing the sheets off of her bed and scooping her up in my arms. I could see her chest rising and falling, her extremely shallow breaths. She was crying, but no screaming came, as she had always been taught to never ever scream.
I kicked the door open desperately to Steve and Julie's room. I saw them both crumpled in the corner, as if they had tried to escape the flames. But no such luck. Their bodies leant against each other, their love even lasting through death. Their was no hope for them now. I sprinted down the stairs, four at a time, with Sarah in my arms. I charged through the front door and out into the calm, green field in the shadow of the night. I turned to examine the burning building. I looked at Sarah. She looked pale, and her breathing had gotten even shallower. She clutched her teddy called DaDa tightly. Suddenly, she looked up at me.
"Everything is going to be ok Sarah. Just hang on for m..." I tried to reassure to her. And myself.
"I'm going now Sam." I stroked the hair out of her face.
"No you're not. You're staying here. With me." She held my hand.
"I'm going to a better place. Maybe I'll get to see mommy and daddy again. And maybe someday you'll be with your mommy and daddy too. But if I'm going now, I need someone to take care of DaDa. And I want you to keep him for me." She placed her precious teddy into my trembling hands. "Because you're the best big brother I've ever had, even if you aren't really my brother, but I don't care. You'll always be my big brother to me." She whispered through struggled gasps.
"And you'll always be my little sister." I said , with a tear in my eye. I remember listening to her last breaths, and her small, young body go limp in my arms. I lay her down on the soft, wet grass. I dropped to my knees. I remember screaming with grief. I remember the sirens and flashing lights arriving five minutes later. Five minutes too late. Too late. I could've saved them. But I was too late.