I woke up coughing with what felt like sandpaper in my lungs. I snapped up in my bed quickly unable to breathe the air in my room. My eyes watered and burned and as hard as I tried I couldn't clear my vision. "This is smoke. There is smoke in my room. The cabin is burning down. Get up Lucy. Get out, get out, get out." I tried to think clearly through my coughing fit. I shot out of bed and ran for the door only to be yanked back by my arm. "Shit!" I swore. I was 3 feet away from my door and unable to move any further. "JEFF!" I screamed. But I knew it was no use. Jeff would have come for me if he were at home. He would have saved me. I laid on the floor coughing, choking, dying, trying to accept that this was my fate... This is where I would die. But then I thought to my family back at home. They only thought I was dead. I wasn't dead yet. Why would I quit on them all now? I had a reason to fight and using my sudden adrenaline rush to my advantage I started pulling against my chain. The bed gave only and inch. I tried again once more with all the energy I had. The bed moved an entire foot. "Two more just like that... You can do this." I thought. I suppressed my coughing and took a running start at the door. The bed moved again! I was merely inches away from the door knob. Once more I reared up and prepared to drag the bed forward. I charged at the door. The bed gave once more and I could finally reach the knob. I opened the door and as soon as I did so flames flashed up in my face. I shielded my head with my arms and shut the door quickly. I looked down and was horrified that my sleeves were engulfed in flames, I cried out panicking. I flung my body down on the floor coughing and doing my best to stop, drop, and roll the flames away. The flames were gone, but I could feel that my skin was charred. I needed a better plan. I couldn't make it down the hallway chained to this bed anyways. I cried out again at the searing pain in my arms. The smoke in my lungs was overwhelming. I couldn't stop coughing and trying to get fresh air, but there was no fresh air to be had. I screamed for Jeff and cursed the world and my circumstances and everything else. I saw blackness at the edge of my vision and crawled as far away as I could from all the smoke coming up from under my door. "JEFF!" I screamed again. The flames slithered through the top crack of my door. The ceiling was on fire. I was out of time. The sting of my arms and pain in my lungs was too much. I Closed my eyes and let the flames and my coughs engulf me. Tears streamed out of my eyes, and I gave in to unconsciousness.
