I woke up to the sound of a crackling noise. When I opened my tired eyes, all I saw was a blur of orange. There was a fire was consuming my room! I jumped out of bed, my body trembling. I yelled as loud as I ever have before, "HELP! MOM! THERE'S A FIRE!" No answer. She must be at her new boyfriends house. I really miss her, the old her, not how she is now.
My door and window were both blocked by the flames. I grabbed my cellphone, bag, and the fading picture laying on my desk. There was no way I was letting it burn in the fire. It was the last one that I had left of my father. I looked down and realized that I hadn't worn any pants to bed last night. I quickly slid into some black yoga pants, jamming my phone and the picture quickly into the bag. The only place that I could go was the bathroom. I ran straight to the crowded room and slammed the door behind me.
I dialed three numbers with my shaking hands. A deep, restless voice answered the phone. "911. What's your emergency?"
I answer with a studder in my voice, "Yes! T-there's a f-fire. I'm trapped. 102 Direly Road. P-please help me!"
He went on, "I'm sending help over. You have to stay calm and low to the ground." The phone went silent. I looked at the clock on my phone; 2:15 AM.
I decide to call Robert. Maybe there is a way he can help. I quickly dial my best friends number. He answered after four rings. "Alice, just let me sleep for two more hours. "
"No. Robert, my house is on fire. I am trapped inside." I could tell that he jumped out of bed. "I'm putting my shoes on. I'll be over in five." He was panicking.
"Calm down!" I scream. I could hear stuff slamming around. He started my truck and murmured, "Alice, you have to be calm."
"I am calm. You're the one who's flipping out! Please slow down, Robert!" I knew he was speeding because the sound the tires made against the pavement.
"I have to get off the phone. I'm almost at your house." He hung up.
I could hear him outside no more than ten minutes later. "ALICE! ALICE, WHAT ROOM ARE YOU IN?" He was screaming. I called him back. "You could've just stayed on the phone with me. I am in the bathroom."
"Why aren't the firefighters here yet?!" He was panicking again.
"Robert, my phone is about to die."
"No! It can't die." He paused, "Wait, I see flashing lights. I will see you when you get out. I lo.." My phone beeped; it was dead.
It has been about fifteen minutes and I still could not hear the sirens. Why was it taking so long? It was getting harder to breathe. 'Be strong!' I whisper to myself. The fire was getting bigger, hotter. I could feel the heat from the fire seeping from underneath the door. It was sweltering! The door was coming down any second now. I needed to get out of there and fast! The smoke was getting to me. I couldn't stop coughing. Horrible thoughts were running through my head. 'You are going to die. This is the end.'
Just then, the door comes crashing down... on me! Everything went black. I could feel somebody pick me up. I finally started to hear the sirens, although it felt like centuries. I heard more crackling noises and I was so scared. More scared than I have ever felt before. I couldn't move or say anything. The person carrying me set me down on what I think was a gurney.
I heard Robert. "Alice, you are going to be fine! I'll meet you back at the hospital."
I could also hear other people saying things like, "I hope she's okay!"
"You think she'll wake up?"
Then I heard a young girl say, "Mommy, is she going to die?" The word was ringing in my head. 'Die, die, die.' The sirens became louder as I was put in a vehicle. They were putting an oxygen mask over my face when I let the darkness take over me.
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Meant to Be
Teen FictionAlice has a complicated life. Her parents aren't around and she doesn't exactly fit in. While in the hospital from an unexpected accident, she runs into an old friend whom her best friend Robert doesn't like. Is there a logical reason behind it or i...