So what exactly happened? You may ask but no I don't tell my secrets! Maybe if u get to know me and my story you'll understand why!
So I was thirteen at the time and all I remember was the house burning around me, burning every inch of my body. I was engulfed in smoke, my lungs unstable, I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was grasping on to my life, my last breath of air had gone! I fell to the floor. Darkness was my only friend by then, I had gone into a world where everything was black, which was pretty normal to me feeling dead not being able to do anything being helpless, but this was different I didn't feel nothing at this point, maybe I was dead.
