A life worth living for

Burn

Fire. It's a weird thing. It burns and destroys everything, and anything it can. It blackens everything it touches.

Its burning sensation numbs every part of your body. Making life seam surreal. Which explains why my life is so dark.

But I could say the same for lies. Word #2 on all the words I loath. Rolling off the tongue like molasses. Takes a while to find its way out before you're stuck. Making every move you make difficult. But why try?

Why not drown.

*flash back* (for almost all the chapters)

"IT WON'T GO OUT!"

"GET HER OUT OF HERE!"

"FIND HER"

"SOMEONE GET SOME WATER"

Heat.

Heat. It's all I can feel. No emotion. Nothing. It seams to be Gone. It needs to be gone. Burned to ashes. Taking me with it.

I hate feelings. They only rip you apart from the inside out. I hate this. I hate life.

They're looking in all the wrong places. I'm in the only place that holds a memory I never want to forget.

I'm hidden under her bed.

My moms bed.

We would lay on it every night and talk about my dad. How much we miss him and if he misses us. Knowing he's looking down and talking with us to. We'd talk about all the little things we saw that day, that didn't matter to anyone else but us. Like the color of the mud on a rainy day. Or the different flavor of coffee you would smell at the coffee shop. Maybe even the pictures colored on street signs or old buildings.

Art.

I loved it. Not on paper. But on objects. Places. Things. It's the only memory of my dad I have.

But not anymore.

Gone. All gone.

Because of Cancer.

And my mom?

Shot.

By now the whole street is outside the building.

The fire finally finds the gasoline path I made leading up the stairs to her room. Surrounding the bed.

I'm now trapped.

The only way out is the window up against my back.

I close my eyes as the heat hovers overt face.

Sweat forms on my body as the fire comes closer.

Now.

I'm ready.

The glass behind me breaks from the heat.

And suddenly I do something. I didn't plan on doing.

I fall.

Fire catches me first. Burning my side as I fall on the (now burning) bushes that surrounded the old building I hate calling home.

I scream. The fire eats at my skin as I toss and turn, Falling out of the bushes and landing on the wet ground.

Wet?

I'm on my back as I open my eyes to see Niall. My only friend. Crying. Holding a bucket a water in his hands. His face is all black from the smoke, with smudged tears and has cinder smeared all over his clothes.

I close my eyes again. Feeling light headed and dizzy.

"I knew where you were hiding. I had to do something. I tried throwing water at the window but all it did was land on the ground. Why'd you want to leave me?"

The hurt and pain in his voice as he sobbed those words, hurt me. More than any fire could do.

"Ni you know I-"

"No. That's still not a good reason. I told you we could leave together. Run away. Get rid from all of this. You think your the only one feeling this- this PAIN?!?!??! DID YOU REALLY THINK BURNING YOUR HOUSE DOWN WOULD SOLVE ALL OF THAT???!!!"

His face reddened and his arms were shaking.

Hes full on sobbing now. His sudden raise of voice made my head pound.

"how could you..." He whispered.

I opened my eyes again and stood up, ignoring my side, and hugged him. Crying into his neck.

"I'm so lost" Was all I could cry out.

He hugged me tight around my waist and I flinched with a small groan. He pulled away and a worried expression filled his pale face.

"You're burned" he stated

I shrug almost falling over. My eyes blurred black and came clear again.

The fire men ran out of the trucks in hope to put out the fire. The paramedics trying to take me away from Niall.

I gave Niall a needy look begging him to not let them take me.

He looked away from me and into the eyes of the fireman.

"Get her out of here"

Was all I could make out from his lips before blacking out.

A/N This is short because it's a beginning chapter idk

And if I make a chapter NOT a flash back i'll let you know.

-M