I didn't hear the screaming, I didn't feel the heat, I didn't realize that I would be the one to die while my family was safely outside. It was mid-afternoon and everything was normal, Mom was cooking dinner, Steve was working over the laptop, Ava and Elena were playing, and I was enjoying the silence of my room. I grabbed a book and started to read, that's when I heard the shouting. Steve screamed "Ava and Elena...!" but I couldn't hear the rest, I just assumed they were arguing about who gets which doll. I finished a page in my book and went to flip the page when I heard Ava shriek. I have never heard her scream like that. I thought I'd go upstairs to figure out what was going on, but by the time I had gotten to my door it was strangely hot and I couldn't hear anything except for a slight rumble. I opened my door and smoke blasted me in the face, fire everywhere, blocking the stairs, pushing towards me. I grabbed my cat, who was standing terrified against the, now open, door, and went back into my room but right as I closed the door it was engulfed in flames. I opened my window and threw my cat outside but before I could crawl threw the window the flames reached me and I dropped to my knees knowing I couldn't make it. The last thing I heard before I died is Mom shouting "Where's Maria?!" and the sirens that were getting closer and closer. But too far away to save me.
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Not So Happy Short Stories
Short StoryThese are a bunch of stories that aren't the happiest. I wrote them about different nightmares that I have had. None of these are true stories.
