Always.

Chapter One: The tragedy

I rolled over. The silky, fresh, sheets on my bed could never be more warm and welcoming. All of a sudden, a horrid noise explodes into my ears. It was crackling and popping. There were alarms going off, and worst of all, screams. The familiar screams of my family. In horror, I look out my bedroom window. The whole first story of my traditional Victorian house was engulfed in flames. My Labrador, Polly, was barking so intensely for such a sweet dog. I heard the faint sound of the sirens from the firetrucks that were soon pulling into my driveway. "Holy crap," I said, praying that all this was in a dream. A fireman came into my room. "What the heck are you doing, just standing there while your house is burning down?!" His deep, booming voice scolded. I sprinted to the other side of my room and grabbed my most important belongings; My phone, my wallet, and the picture of my best friend, Anahi, and I. "What is your window made of? I can't break it, and I've punched through brick walls!" The man screamed.
"Stand away from the window sir, I've got this. You have to trust me." I replied. I grabbed the softball that I always keep under my desk. I aimed for the window, pulled my arm back, and snapped it forwards again. The fireman and I watched it bounce against the sturdy glass, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "What is under this window?" The man asked urgently.
"A few bushes and a concrete block," I answered slowly.
"Well, I'm sorry sweetheart, but you have to jump," His words were serious.
"Bu....bu...but I could injure myself beyond repair!" I exclaimed.
"Don't worry about the coulds and the ifs, you will die if you stay in here. Now save yourself, before the horrific monster of death comes any closer," He replied urgently. With those words replaying in my mind over and over, I hurled myself to the ground outside my bedroom window. My mother, Jessica, and my father, Paul pulled me into their arms and we watched all the memories we once had and loved get burnt to a crisp. My 3-year-old brother, Tyson, was squeezing Polly as hard as he could. I started gazing across my family's property, looking for my twin brother, Matt. I couldn't find him anywhere, so I asked Mother and Father. Suddenly their eyes lost their sparkle, as they pointed over their right shoulders. Frightened, I turned my head. I saw two paramedics hauling a coffin into a truck. Then *POOF* the world went black.

Hey! I don't know if this is any good or not, but I tried :) I'll add another chapter later, where you'll meet Him...