Burning with No Escape

I woke up to the smell of smoke. It was an over powering smell, a smell that I could not escape, it surrounded me and I felt as though I had no escape. I tried to breathe but it was so hard, it was becoming harder and harder with every breath.

I tried to move but legs seemed to be caught. I tried to scream but every time I inhaled the smoke got caught in my lungs. I could not scream and I could not move so I tried to see my surroundings. I was, still in my bed room where I had fallen asleep but what had happened? Why was there smoke? Why couldn’t I breathe? Why couldn’t I move?

I didn’t know what to do and I began to panic. I tried to scream but, it just made breathing harder. I tried to move but, I could no longer feel my legs. The smoke began to become thicker and thicker, I could not see anything around me. I reached out my arms, hoping to find something that would help me.

I reached around into the unknown. I found nothing at first but, then suddenly I gripped onto something. I pulled at the object, over and over again but it started to seem hopeless. I tried a few more times and just about when I was ready to give up the object finally came loose. I brang the object to my face, I tried to figure out what it was but I couldn’t. I could not see anything through the smoke.

I suddenly saw a small flash of light come into the room. I looked around to see if I could see what had happened. I stared blankly at the room, looking for anything, any sign of someone or something that could help me but there was nothing. All I could see was the smoke, that heavy smoke that hung in the air and that was making it harder and harder for me to breathe. Suddenly everything went blank.

I had lost consciousness. I knew I had to wake up but I could not find it within myself. I dreamed about my mother and wondered where they were, I dreamt about how just that night we had had an argument and now I wondered if I would ever see her again. I wondered about my dog, I wondered where she was and if she was with my mother and if they were both safe.

I woke up again, out of nowhere I was back into the room filled with smoke. I tried to move my legs once again but, I still could not feel anything. I was beginning to panic now, it seemed like I had been stuck in this room forever. I was starting to give up on myself; I was starting to give up on trying moving and I was starting to give up on trying screaming for someone to come help me.

I started to fall in and out of consciousness again. My mind started to become consumed with the thought of my family, my dog. I needed them now and all I wanted was to see them. I was falling in and out of consciousness at a rapid pace now. I was starting to feel consumed by a black pool of darkness but everything inside me told me to hold on and keep fighting.

I felt like giving up when suddenly I heard voices shouting my name. They seemed so distant and yet even that distance felt so much smaller every time I heard my name. I tried to scream back but, that smoke had just become heavier and it now wanted to consume me. I felt it coming in on me and I now felt that it might be too late and there would be no escape from the smoke and that dark, scary blackness.

The shouts now seemed to be further away than ever. They now felt like whispers’ in the wind. I felt like I was coming to my last breathes when suddenly I felt a tugging at me clothes. I could at this point barely comprehend what was happening to me. All I knew was that something was pulling at my clothes and pulling me away from the horrible fate that was about to become my own.

I was pulled through what seemed like my whole house, only to be brought to the front door. The smoked seemed to clear form my lungs but, I knew it was not over yet. I was pulled through the front door, fire lighting me on my way through, catching onto the smallest threads of my clothes.

I was through the door and now I could finally breathe fresh air. It was painful however to breathe in that fresh air, my lungs seemed to almost sting. I suddenly felt pain go through my whole body, I was so unaware of the pain I was in inside the house, however it was now clear.

I felt excruciating pain in my legs; pain in a somewhat unusual way I knew was a good sign. I knew and I hoped that this meant my legs were fine and that the rest of my body was too. I looked around to view my savior and all I could see was my dog. She was by my side pushing on me to get up, to move. I knew now who had saved me, it was my gorgeous dog she risked her own life to save mine. I was purely amazed at the brave act that I had just been a part of and was shocked at the bravery of my dog.

I now looked around, looking for any sign of my mother. Suddenly I saw her, a small glimmer of hope was in her eyes, I was alive and I was here. I screamed for her, I screamed that I was sorry and that I loved her. She came over to me, running and I found myself in the only place I ever felt truly safe, in my mother’s arms.

I owe my dog, everything. She risked everything for me, something I could never thought possible. She was amazing and she was brave. She was and always will be; my friend, my hero.