Hot.
It was way too hot.
The air smelled of smoke that burned and tickled my throat as I gasped for any sign of fresh air. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hall, my bare feet slapping against the burning hardwood floor.
"Jack!" I called frantically, pounding on my little brothers door. "Jackson! Get up!" I ran into the room and focused my eyes on the small lump underneath the covers.
His eyes were peeking out at me and he thrust the sheet from over his face. His eyes lazily closed, only to be opened immediately like someone had just slapped him in the face. His mouth dropped and he groaned.
I nodded to him and he nodded back as he turned to run into the bathroom. I loved that we understood each other even if we didn't say anything. When we were little my dad used to say we communicated in our own little language and that I was the only one who could understand Jack.
I turned around to start packing and found myself face to face with my dull reflection in the half fogged up mirror. I looked tired with my long blonde hair in a messy bun, my blue eyes alert and attentive with dark circles under them, and the freckles on my peach colored nose, just my nose.
The flames were just getting to the top of the staircase as I grabbed the heavy comforter, the old cell phone my mom bought me when I was 9, and the beautiful picture of our father, perched on the root of a tree writing in his old leather journal. I shoved them all into a backpack just as Jackson came back.
"How do we get out?" he yelled over the roar of the flames that had just started to enter the room.
"The window!" I coughed and followed him to the edge of his messy, unmade bed. He climbed out the window first and onto the steep roof. It was early morning and everything was still damp. We wiggled down the rusty drainpipe until we were close enough to the ground, or in our case the lake.
"Jack!" I shouted at him. "We have to drop!"
He looked scared, with his big brown eyes and jet-black hair against the rusty pipe. He nodded and unclenched his bony fingers from around the pipe. 1...2...3...4 SPLASH! Good he landed in the water.
"Jo, its okay. Go ahead." He yelled up at me with a prick of pain in his voice.
The horror music played in my head as I realized it was my turn. I took a deep breath, prayed that I would make it to 18, and let go. I felt my stomach drop like when you go down a steep hill on a roller coaster, as I free-falled into the lake several yards down.
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