Warzone

WARZONE

Part  1

Rebecca’s POV

I wake up tried and drowsy, it is clearly still night time so I look over to my clock to see what the time really is. 1:37am its bright lights tell me; time to go back to sleep then. It is at that point that I realise what must have woken me up, I can smell burning.  I pull on my dressing gown and wonder down the stairs, the sent is getting stronger and I know that there is a fire close by. Stupidly I reach forward and open the door to the sitting room, as soon as I do the heat and the smoke hits me. I open my mouth to scream to wake mum and dad up, and I turn to run at the same time. But as soon as I do the smoke rushes into my lungs, and I fall to the floor coughing and spluttering. I try to stand up. I need to warn my parents they don’t know yet. But I can’t physically make myself move. By this point the pain in my chest and lungs is practically unbearable. Suddenly it seams as if I am underwater, which is weird. I thought there was a fire, surely it shouldn’t feel like this? Then everything goes black.

Tom’s POV

I get woken up by my phone ringing, which is ridiculous. Who rings you at three o’clock in the morning for God’s sake. I look at my phone; ‘UNKNOWN NUMBER’ and this annoys me even more. I answer it, ready to tell who ever is on the other end to f**k off; that is until they start talking.

“Hello, I am Dr. Richardson. Sorry for calling you at such an inappropriate time, but are you Thomas Parker?” I have to sallow once and take a deep breath before I am able to answer. There are so many questions running through me head that I can barely think straight. What’s happened? Who was hurt? Where they going to be okay? Or where they even de..., I couldn’t think it, I mustn’t everything will be okay. One for was for certain though; I was no longer tired.

“There was a fire at your parent’s house, and three people have been brought into the hospital, all of them are unconscious. I don’t want to say anything else over the phone, but I would strongly advise that you get yourself to the Royal Bolton Hospital as soon as you possibly can.”

“I’ll be there.” I only just manage to whisper.

“I am so sorry.” He says.  I drop the phone and leave it there, the call still connected but that doesn’t bother me. I feel tears running down my cheeks, but I am making no noise. I can’t remember the last time I cried, probably when I was pissed. My mum, dad and my little sister; poor Rebecca. I promised I would never let anyone or anything hurt her. But I moved to London leaving her over two hundred miles away. How could I have been so stupid to think that I could ever protect her while in London? I stand up and hit the wall once hard. I feel a searing pain in my knuckles, but that doesn’t bother me, nothing could hurt as much as the pain inside my mind right now. What am I even still doing here? As soon as possible the Doctor had said to me, and I am wasting time. I walk out of my room to wake the boys up. I’m not stupid enough to think that I could drive myself to London in the state I am in; I would never get there.