She will be loved...but will he

help me guys

ok so i am learning more about descriptive writing in school and for hw our teacher gave us three prompts and I chose the one that was a picture of a house on fire. We are supposed to tell the story of what happened through the house's perspective....so heres what I did. I don;t know if I did so well but I just want to know ur thoughts on it.please it would mean a lot>>>>>

I watched as the small, blurry, figure grew closer and closer, making it's way towards me. As she come into view I realized it was the child, I keep safe within me every night. I noticed something was different, from her brisk steps, to her heaving chest and downcast face. I could tell something was wrong. I saw a single tear fall from her, usually bright eyes. Now they were bloodshot. 

She rushed up my stairs and into the dark hallways. It was late and all the others were asleep. She quickly made her way through the halls to get the matches, grabbing a candle on her way to my kitchen. She slammed the small candle on the worn out oak counter, making me cringe at her odd actions. She thrust open the drawer, viciously tearing through the drawer, desperately trying to find the small match box. Her hand finally found the rugged surface of the small, nearly empty box. Hands shaking, she pulled it open and carefully pulled out a match. She quickly ran it over the rough surface of the outside of the box, but it wouldn't light. She attempted several more times before she gave up, throwing the last match to the floor. 

She leaned against the wall and slid to the hard floor, more tears forming in her eyes. I watched as the match suddenly lit, causing the nearby curtain to catch fire. I silently willed her to look up, run and tell the others. To save themselves, and run far from this death scene. The smell got stronger, and she finally looked up. Her eyes widened with fear and she backed up, quickly running to the stairs, yelling out to her family. The rushing of their feet from their rooms to the safety of outside was the last thing I remembered, before the flames took my whole body.