Fire

Chapter 1

"Sing! Sing!" I cheered. I wanted my sister to sing. Her voice was really beautiful. My parents were laughing and chanting along with me. It was like any other day.

She laughed, "Oh, alright." She began singing. I smiled gleefully at her. Suddenly, we heard a shriek. My sister stopped singing abruptly. She asked my parents what was wrong. But me, being only three, didn't understand what was going on, so soon I started to chant again. Until she gasped in horror. I choked on my words and hurriedly turned my head to my parents and cried out loud in horror at the scene in front of me.

Screaming. The first thing I heard after she gasped. It was coming from all of us. My father was unconscious. I don't know why. I still don't. Mother tried to take control, but we crashed into our own house, cement, wood falling everywhere.
And the blood. I remember the blood. So much blood everywhere. I was crying, screaming still. My sister was sobbing, shouting curse words that were unknown to me. I couldn't see my parents. There were no signs of life at the front seats.

"Mommy? Daddy? Where are you? Wake up! Wake up!!" I screamed frantically, trying to free my broken arms from the debris. My sister yelled at me to stop. "Shut up! Sh-shut up!" She yelled, slapping my already bruised face, making the pain shoot up. I cried for her to stop. It was too painful. Then, everything when black.

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Noises. I remember a lot of noises. People talking. Metal scraping against one another. Then, a bright white light. A blinding white light. I squinted my eyes, trying to see where I was. I tried moving my head, but strange equipment was on both sides. I tried speaking. "Hello?" My voice came out raspy and hoarse. Someone helped me drink some water. I blinked, my eyes get used to the blinding light, focusing on my surroundings.

' Doctors and Nurses?' I thought, finding it strange. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" I asked, unknowing to the truth. Someone held my hand gently. It was a nurse. She smiled sadly at me, knowing that her next words would completely break my little, fragile heart. "I'm sorry..." She began.

"They're gone..."