Ashley POV
Every room on the main floor was stocked with items. All I needed was gasoline and a match.
I easily found both of those things and headed to the front door.
I splashed through the puddles of blood and stepped over Joshs limp body.
I dumped the gas over the door and threw some at the walls around it.
Man, was I a genius. I felt weird about it though. My attitude was different. I don't know why. I had no empathy or remorse for my dead friends' shells that were strewn across the blood-stained carpet. Maybe it was just mere shock, and all the emotions will come flooding back later. I'm assuming that's the answer.
I feel bad for ditching them and leaving them to die. I knew they would get killed. But it kept me alive until now and that's all that matters.
I scraped the match tip on the box and it burst into flames. I tossed it at the front door.
Five minutes later, the entire front wall of the house was ablaze.
The heat was excruciating.
I heard a fire truck siren near.
The light was blinding.
I heard screams and shouts.
The smoke suffocated me to unconsciousness.
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I opened my eyes. I was in a sharp white room, lying on a narrow, crisp sheeted bed in a hospital gown.
My plan worked. I'm finally out of that miserable death house. The firemen saved me, I thought.
"Miss Ashley Frangipane?" I heard a voice ask from behind my bed. I realized that I wasn't alone in the room.
I craned my neck to look at the man, dressed in blue with a name tag that read 'Dr. Iero'.
"God praise you! You're awake!" He shouted, slamming his hand down on the emergency button on the side of my hospital bed.
Four other doctors squeezed in through the door and rushed to my side. Along with 5 other familiar faces.
Josh, Tyler, Melanie, Ryan, and Brendon.
What?
I stared at them in a dumbfounded confusion. They look a good year older than they did a few hours ago. Plus they look a good bit more alive than they did a few hours ago.
"W-what's what's going o-on?" My voice sounded raspy and unused.
What's wrong with me? Why can't I talk right? Why are my friends here? I thought they died?
My breath caught in my throat and my chest ached with anxiety.
"No..." I scrunched my eyebrows together and looked back up to my friends faces. "You're all supposed to be dead. You all died in that house." I whispered painfully. I had absolutely no idea what was happening.
"Ma'am, you've been in a coma for 11 months."
What
"You're brain subconsciously made up a story that feels a lot like real life to make up for the lack of consciousness you've had for that long of time. Therefore, if you thought you were somewhere else, thought somebody died, thought you did something you never would have done elsewise, don't fear it. You are okay. That was your brain making up random things in random sequences to simulate events happening in on your lifetime, that never actually happened. It happens a lot when people are in comas."
Again, what
"Th-there was a-a... a h-house-"
The doctor interrupted me with a shhh and said to just rest for now, and speak about it later with a therapist.
What the ACTUAL fuck...
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A/N
Wow. Everything will be explained in the end. Sorry if this is confusing. Stay tuned to find out what happens next. You're watching Disney Channel!
