Are you really there?

Kisses fire my soul.

Chapter 8:

The pain is fresh. My eyes glaze over making it impossible to blink. I know my hands are clenching the bed sheets but I can't feel it. I feel the sweat trickle through my fingers and then the nerves on my finger tips go out. Then I see the unfriendly shadow slip into my soul.

I'm screaming for help. The fire started in the basement. If I don't get out soon the gas heater will explode. I try to stand up just to see my shoes gone and my feet blistering. The smoke was everywhere. It clogged my throat and enclosed my lungs. I cover my throat with a cloth that was once my apron. As I shuffled through falling wood and glass I think of the children that once lived here. Walking through the remains of the kitchen I ignored the flames and remembered making fresh stuffing with the family. A burst of smoke blew in my face making me come back to my senses realizing that I needed to get out.

Standing in what I assumed was the living room I started heaving bile. I needed to find the door or a window. I could feel my eyes start to roll into the back of my head. Thats when I heard the crying. I get on my scratched up knees and crawl thru the smoke into a bedroom. Hiding under a bed in the middle of the room was a little girl. She was holding an orange cat squeezing it so hard I thought its head was gonna pop its head off. I think the cat was worried about that as well and tried escaping. It weighed its options. Go out and get burned to death immediately or get squeezed to death and burn after. The fire hadn't reached the bed yet. The cat stayed.

“Can you help me?” The little asked in an almost whisper. She was smart. She didn't want to use her whole breath on it. I crawl under the bed with the little girl and hold her, watching the flames get closer. My throat was to dry to say anything. The girl got the message though. We were both close to death. Sitting under the small bed I felt a cool breeze coming from behind me. I peeked under the edge of the bed to see a window. It had smoke and a little flame coming off of it but it wasn't on total fire yet. I look toward the fire and realized there would be only enough time to let one person out.

“Soyez sûre ma chère. Vis ta vie pour moi.” I tell the child kissing her forehead. I don't realize what I said was in french until after I get up. I grab the child from the waist and carry her over to the window. I move the blue turning black shades and check out the window. We weren't far from the ground. We were on the third floor. I didn't realize the firefighters had come while we were in there. I hadn't heard the sirens. The firefighters point out the window and start opening the trampoline. I felt the fire burn through my skirt. It slowly burns up my back making me shriek in pain, dropping the child. My last sight before the pain and fire reached my sight was the trampoline opening just in time to catch the child. The minute they landed the cat ran and I whispered “Bisous feu mon âme.” The fire burned my skin till I was numb but when the firefighters found my body, they realized that on the lips of the burned corpse was a smile.

My eyes popped open to recognize the paintings on the ceiling. Looking down at my watch I groan. Sabrina has been gone for 20 minutes to go get the ice cream and it happened. The burning agony ripped through my soul. Hearing the doorbell ring I jumped off my bed. Time to go yell at her for leaving me. Opening the door my jaw hits the ground. Instead of Sabrina's little short figure there was a very cute guy standing in my doorway. He leaned against the doorway but I knew that if he stood up he would be at least 6 feet tall. His hair was black as his leather jacket and his boots. OMG leather?!?! Thats fricken hot. His pants were worn out jeans and I was very impressed that they weren't around his ankles like all the wanna-be thugs do. Realizing I was checking him out I looked at his face. His eyes were familiar and made me forget exactly what I was gonna say. There goes my cool act. “Hey. Names Jamie. Sabrina home?” DAMN IT!!!! CUTE GUY TAKEN!!!

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 I love the french language. 

Soyez sûre ma chère. Vis ta vie pour moi. ->Be safe my dear. Live your life for me.

Bisous feu mon âme.->Kisses fire my soul.