Dazed, I might be, yes. But there was definitely a striking difference, between the wild flames that framed my face daily, and the bonfire of orange, yellow and white that I was currently engulfed in.
I could feel a burning sensation in my head, from what I presume to be the aftermath of concussion. However, my attention was quickly diverted to the hellish inferno of agony, licking at my toes and heels. Dancing around my feet, where curled flames, sending surges of unfathomable amounts of pain around my body. Instincts make you bounce backward the second your skin comes into contact with the verminous heat. But I couldn't.
My head started to clear, but still, no matter how hard I tried, I could not move, not even to shift my toes from the possibly, real fire. Hazy memories of the recent past were swirling around, and around in my soar head. Mostly consisting of blurred faces and slurred words. Memory-loss was new to me. I had this photographic memory, that aloud me to never forget a word from your mouth, or line from the textbook. (Hence I'm in top set.
I mean was...)
I started to list the facts I knew:
I was currently in a fire
Trapped in chains
In the abandoned barn
Abandoned, and in the middle of nowhere. No one to hear my screams. No one to see the smoke.
I couldn't get out
It wasn't my fault
Wait yes it was...
It was my fault
He knew
Jasper knew.
Jasper, my best friend since I was 5, the person who knew me better than me, knew.
Definitely my fault
He knew. He got angry. He did this
I deserved this
I've deserved this for a while
One last fact:
I'm about to die
YOU ARE READING
Kidding Me
Teen FictionOne moment can change a lot. Imagine what it would have been like without it. So in this version of events... Complicated? When your boy-best-friend (always has and always will be just friends. Defiantly)'s little sister finds out your problematic s...
