Something from the Silo

Dreams in Smoke

I remember it so clearly, I was under water, the light was coming threw from above, reflecting on the bottom making patterns on the sand. The water was spotless and tiny, silver fish darted around me. I could breathe fine I didn't have to hold my breath. My hair danced around my face in slow motion, looking more red than its regular brown color. I kicked my legs and propelled myself forward, something I'd give anything to do now, effortlessly. In my own world I floated around giggling and smiling sending bubbles up to the surface. As they rose I watched them mesmerized. I felt as happy as could be, but when they were gone and I couldn't see them any longer, I came out of my trance and I could tell something was wrong. My stomach had butterflies and my breathing was becoming labored. The fish rushed away screaming in a high pitch you would never expect an animal to make. Next thing I knew, my stomach was on fire, like a sudden punch to my gut. I couldn't breathe and my lungs screamed for air. I heaved forward gagging violently. When I opened my mouth smoke and burning ashes fell out curling and flickering upward as if I had a forest fire inside of me. The ashes slithered out slowly and formed into the moon, red and glowing like the embers in my stomach. As quickly as it formed, it began cracking like glass; it shattered into a million shards and I let out a blood curdling scream.

I opened my eyes to a very similar feeling but a very different setting. I was in my room and everything was smoking. My senses were all confused I couldn't hear, see, or smell anything but fire and smoke. The once pink curtains were flaming and black. Covering my nose with my pillow I raced to the door. I yanked on my door knob and when I touched it pain went straight threw me and my hand was burnt red. I covered my hand and used the bottom of my flannel pajamas to shield me from the scorching doorknob. With some difficulty I pried open the door and race out. My mind was on one thing then, my family, I couldn't see them when I left my bedroom. From where I stood I faced the stair case that hadn't been touched with flames yet. My parents room was upstairs and their door looked peaceful and still. Oddly the fire alarms weren't working. I barreled up the stairs calling for them "Mom,Dad fire fire get up!" When I reach their room I pound on the door trying to open the door with my left hand, forgetting I practically burnt it to the bone. In a second my dad opens the door forcefully with fear blazing from his eyes. My dad smelled the air and immediately knew " Fire, Beth come on now we have to get out of here!" At first my mom thought we were kidding, but the smoke rolled into the bedroom like a get away car and it soon filled the room. Thinking of what we would do after the fire my mom started gathering clothes while the fire steadily grew downstairs. It was now licking the bottom steps blackening them like venom . "Mom we have to go"! I barged in and dragged her and my father out of the bedroom. We raced for the door, slowly suffocating, coughing and getting scorched by flames. The front door was engulfed with flames and the second we paused I heard a crack , a whoosh and a deafening crash. My head was throbbing I saw red, my arm must have been burnt ,but that was all I felt; I couldn't feel my legs at all.

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