Forgotten Life

Chapter 3

I was five years old and my grandmother went out to a naval dinner with my aunt Megan. I was home alone with Mittens, my little kitten. While I was watching TV, I heard a noise in the back yard. I thought it was just a raccoon, so I stayed on the couch watching Dora The Explorer. Then I heard it again, like a trash can being dumped, but I ignored it.  It wasn't until I felt really hot, when I realized something was wrong. I got up from the couch and saw that the back yard was on fire, I panicked, and ran into my room with Mittens. I hugged her closely and crawled under my bed, not knowing that you cant escape from flame.

The whole downstairs was all in flame. I stayed upstairs but became very hot. I stayed in my bedroom until the heat was unbearable. So I came out from underneath my bed and walked out my window and flew down. No one was around but Mittens wasn't moving, and I was covered in burn marks. I decided fire was something to be afraid of.  

I opened my eyes and I knew instantly where I was. I was in the hospital hooked up to machines and IV's. At the foot of my bed was Wes. He was asleep on the leather chair, he looked exhausted. His black hair was all messed up and his clothes looked like they were singed by fire. His right hand was covered in an ACE bandage and so was his upper left arm. His perfect skin toned face had some tints of black soot present. I glanced around the dark room and the clock said,

3:19am.

No one was in my room besides Wes. Thanks mother.. nice to know you love me. I thought. Then I heard footsteps coming from the door.

"Good you're awake." a nurse whispered. "I thought you were going to be a coma for ages." she said.

"How long have I been like this?" I croaked.  She smiled and looked at her clock,

"Eight days now. This young man has been here the whole time. Hasn't left your side. He told us that he wasn't leaving the hospital until you left. A nice boyfriend you have." she smiled and walked away. I have to admit I blushed a little when she said boyfriend. I lifted my self up and took a pillow, then threw it at him. He woke up with a shudder then looked straight at me. I've never seen someone move so fast, like Wes did. One second he was sitting in a chair sleeping then waking up then at my side in a matter of seconds.

"Oh thank god you're awake." he whispered. "Do you remember anything?" he asked me.

"I remember a complete stranger waking me up and carrying me out like a baby. Thank you so much Wes. I'm sorry for acting so weak." I said to him. I looked into in his eyes and he was truly scared. Like I think he thought I was going to die.

"No it's okay. It made me feel like I was protecting someone. I was so scared." he said to me.

"Tell me. Is it true?" I asked him. He lifted his head up slowing and looked me in the eye.

"You felt them. Then yes, it's true. Were both like each other." he whispered.

"I thought I was the only one?" my heart was beating faster and faster each second that past by, this was nerve wracking.

"No, we're not the only ones. There are more. Like us." he breathed.  

I was released from the hospital that day and Wes walked me home. No real conversation happened, I was way to busy embarrassing myself to start one. I was falling over all the time, tripping over my own feet. I swear I would've stayed on the ground half the time, but Wes kept me up. Eventually he told me to climb on his back and he carried me home. He told me not to be embarrassed because he would've been the same way after what I went through. He let go of me and helped me up the porch.  I looked up where my room was supposed to be and it was ash. Well some of it. David must of gotten started replacing everything. I saw him, David, replacing the window, facing the highway. I was relieved to see that the rest of the house was in good shape, some thing was odd though.

"Wes?" I said before we stepped into the house.

"Hmm?" he replied, he was thinking the same thing as me. The fire only touched my room, yea your thinking the fire department was called, no. No one was home but me and Wes got me out and took me to the hospital, no one called anyone. It stopped at the wall of my bathroom. Nothing else was touched but my room. I opened my front door and right before I took one step in my mother bomb barded me with hugs and screaming.

"Chase! Oh my lord, Chase! You're ok!' she said as she squeezed me into a hug, and then she grabbed my arms and took a look at me, 'Right? You're okay right?"

"Yea I'm-" I was cut off by Claire.

"Of course she's ok, Mommy. She has that hottie looking after her". Shit, damn you Claire.  I thought, I was looking at Claire and her face went into agony and freight. She backed up and ran to her room. My mother's eyes darted past me to Wes. She dropped my hands and ran towards him, embraced him with a hug. She whispered something to him and he laughed.

"It's okay, Mrs. Collins, she's safe now. And I'll help Mr. Collins with the room." Wes said to my mother and I heard her say thank you. How does Wes know my mother? I thought and he looked at me, why does it seem like people are reading my thoughts? And on that note Wes said his goodbyes and left with Jack waiting for him on the porch waging his fluffy tail.