Demented

Chapter Nine

I realized I was completely knocked out.

"Ana, I know this is really hard to go through right now. You're going through emotional pain then, and you're going through physical pain now.

But you can't give up now. You are blessed to be in the skin that you are in. Don't you ever forget that. You have so much more to discover in this world, but right now, I need you to be brave. Now get out of here, and don't you ever give up on this life." My alter ego speaks.

Miraculously, my eyes slowly started to gain its sight back. My vision was still a total blur. I groan in excruciating pain. Noticing that I had landed on some sharp object underneath my right thigh. It felt torturous as I lift it up with care. There, I could see a peaked metal stick impale through my thigh. It felt like a claw digging through my thigh, repeatedly piercing it's way in and out as I try to pull the metal stick ,out of my flesh. I couldn't hear my own scream. The pain got worse as I try once again. I could feel the tears of pain consecutively drop to my jeans covered in my blood. My strength started to decrease as I try to rip my jeans in the injured part of my thigh. I could see the scars from the past already bleeding. The pain almost makes me want to pass out.

While I was in a panicking state, I hadn't noticed that several glassed measuring cups with some sort of liquid inside has dropped nearby. The transparent liquid inside it was slowly spreading nearer and nearer to me, until it stops just three inches away from me. It had a strange scent, where could this have come from? Chemistry class, of course. The classroom was right in front of me.

I carefully bend my head closer to the liquid, thats when I realized, it was ethyl alcohol. Right at the second I was gonna try to escape from the flammable liquid, a decorated furniture filled with plants collapses in the puddle of chemical, adding into the fire that was beginning to surround me.

I push my feet and grunt as I try to get up.

The fire quickly increases and so is my pain.

"The fire is going to consume you. Get out of here. Now." A deep voice demands as it catches my attention.

Could there be someone here? Is it possible?

"Help! Please!" I call out. I continue to cry for help, waiting for a reply from the deep voice.

Who am I kidding. Nobody is here. I must be going insane. Probably because of the heat.

"No one is coming Ana, you have to get out of here yourself." I tell myself.

The whole place is now covered in fire and smoke. The fire was slowly starting to seem like it was chasing me. I turn back and search for an exit, but was stopped by a column that collapsed. The ceiling starts to crack above me. My face is soaked in sweat joined in with tears.

The motioning smoke showed me a glimpse of an unblocked exit. Although, the expedition to that exit was unclear and filled with fire. But there was a few spaces that had no flames. This is the perfect opportunity. Sort of.

I take one last big breath, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. Especially with this metal stick impaled through my thigh.

"Destiny will choose."

I push myself off the ground, avoiding the shattered glass. I begin to limp slowly out of the fire.

My coughing starts to tense again... I was heading towards a wrecked shelf, it had a little wakthrough beneath that was big enough for me to pass. When my focus was all on getting out of here, I hadn't noticed a thick ply of wood from Carpentry class until my shin instantaneously bangs it and I tremble down to the pieces of broken glass and other pieces of wood. The first thing that had impacted the floor was the part was the left part of my head. For some reason, scribbled colors invaded my sight for five seconds. Then dizziness hits me, secondly, exctruciating pain. The metal stick had gone further back when it's point hit the floor. The stained blood on the floor contains just as much blood in my jeans. The blood continues to flow out of the open wound, My head gets even worse as I try to pull myself up. My whole body turns weak, too feeble to even pull myself up an inch high.

I notice that my enervated body is starting to turn pale, my breathing gets harder and more troubled. The unbearable heat is making it worse. Blood is starting to spit out of my mouth, joining in with the sweat everytime I coughed. I continued to lay on the cemented floor, carefully handling my injury. The polluting smoke and the effect of banging my head in cemented floor had aggrandized. The fire creeps closer and closer to my body. Conflagration filled the room.

The room filled with fire started to fade slowly, consumed with darkness. Until it was all gone.