Roller-coaster

Chapter 2

|Christina's POV|

"Hey," Austin said, I had a crush on him since I was in second grade. This was the first time we talk, and he was starting the conversation. When I was about to reply with a simple hi, the fire alarm sounded throughout the building. Everyone stood up and started walking, almost running, out of the rooms.

No one made a line, the chaos started. Everyone was running to their nearest exit, including me. Damn this school, why does it had to be enormous? I ran to the nearest exit and it was cramped with about one hundred people. I sighed and started to run again. In my way to another exit, I glanced out of the window. If we were not in the fifth floor, I would probably jump out of the building through it. I continued running, as I passed by an elevator, I reminded myself 'do not use in case of a fire'. I found other exit, and this one was empty. I could see the black smoke on the ceiling, maybe it was not that big yet. Maybe I could finally get out of this floor, then building.

I stepped through the last step and saw that this floor, of what I could see, was undamaged. So, where was the smoke coming from? I could also feel the heat of the fire, but did not see one. I started to turn to the stairs that lead to the third floor, and stopped, coughing. The fire was coming through it, there was no way we could get out of here, maybe going to the top floor was a better idea. Maybe we could get extra minutes or hours of life.

So I did the opposite of what I was doing. I sprinted up stair after stair, floor after floor. I reached the top floor and exhaled. From the inside of the building was impossible to get to the roof. I opened a window and searched for the ladder, it was nowhere to be seen. I was about to do the most stupid thing I have ever done in my life. I sat at the edge of the window, my legs still inside the building. The good thing was that the ceilings were not very high. My hands searched for the edge of the ceiling until they found it. I placed my knees near to my chest and impulsed myself up.

I tried to reach the edge with one of my legs, but failed. I tried many more times, and my hands started to ache. I should have exercised more my arms. I tried pulling myself up with my arms, but with them aching it was impossible. I looked down, terrible idea, and felt numb. I was approximately 60 feet high. I inhaled deeply, and when I was about to try again, my hands slipped. And I fell.

I was going to die.

I sat on my bed, my heart pounding and my skin covered in sweat. It was just a nightmare. it was just a nightmare, I kept saying to myself, but my heart did not slow down. I inhaled and exhaled many times, until my heart finally returned to its normal heartbeat. I glanced at the clock I kept on my nightstand. 3:53 am. I sighed and tried to get more sleep. I shifted positions one, two, three, many times and could not get myself to sleep. I counted from ninety-nine to one, blinked many times, counted sheep, nothing worked. I grabbed my phone and almost got blind by its light. I lessened its light so I could see the screen. One missed call from Mark at 3:48 am, he was probably drunk. Three missed calls from an unknown number, and two messages from the same unknown number.

'Is this Christina's phone number?' 12:42 am. 'Please answer,' 12:57 am. 'who's this? what do you want?' I wrote and sent it. I thought of calling, but the person was probably asleep.

I called Mark, it sounded just two times before he picked up. "Hey hot chick," he greeted me, a smirk clearly on his face. "What's up?"

"You called," I chuckled. "Why?"

"Oh, I called?" he sounded confused. "Sorry, I probably did it by accident," he said. "Why up so late? Thought you were the ones that slept at ten," he said and I laughed silently.

"I just woke up, and I could not sleep," I said.

"So you decided to call me?" he said. "Aw, that is cute, you can not sleep and thought about me," I stopped a laugh by placing my hand over my mouth.