Fanning the Flames

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I frantically looked around for an exit but the smoke was building up and I could see no more than five feet in front of me! I frantically started running around with my hands in the air like a maniac. 'If I was going to die, I'm going to die cheesily,' was the only thought in my head. The smoke was crawling into my head and bringing out my worst nightmares. I could barely keep my eyes open but I kept on running. Images flashed in front my eyes; my parents, my dead hamster (Mr. Whiskers), and this weird person who kept on beckoning me towards him. He had tanned skin with sea green eyes. His black hair was a sea of wonder on top of his head; he looked like a god. I suppose I'm really am dying because he looked just like an angel minus the wings. Oh gosh, the smoke is really getting to me. My head felt so light like it wasn't even there. My running started to slow and my lungs ached as they sucked in carbon dioxide instead of oxygen.

"Dae!" someone yelled. I glanced around but saw no one. I must be imaging things. I sat down with my back against one of the walls. I was just about to close my eyes when I heard the voice again. "Dae!" this time it sounded like it was to my right and closer. I couldn't care less though, I felt so tired. My limbs ached with every movement and my lungs hurt with every breath. My vision turned dark. The last thing I saw was that green eyed boy lifting me up.

The next thing I know I'm back home. Not at the foster home, my real home before my parents died in a tragic accident. I walked around the house recognizing pictures of me when I was a child. The house felt empty, soul less. I heard a swish of air and I turned around to face nothing but darkness. I walked towards where I heard the movement just to feel another swish of air go behind me. The wind lifted my hair up and I could feel the heat of it. It was like standing next to an open fire on a summer's night. As soon as it was there it was gone. This little game of cat and mouse continued till I walked into the empty kitchen. There, on the table, was a random candle with the fire blazing brilliantly.

The swishing air only increased as I started walking towards the lit candle. I gazed into the flame and it started to flicker crazily. I took a step back but I laughed my irrational thoughts and continued to look into the fire. The warm wind was pushing me towards the flame till my nose was practically burning from the proximity of the flame.

The fire shot up at least 5 feet in the air and changed many colors before my eyes; purple, red, green, yellow, blue, white, black, and so many more that I couldn't' even begin to describe. It settled back down in seconds but I was still amazed at the colors that the fire made for me. My eyes were drawn to the flame again and this time it felt like I was sucked into the flame till I felt a soft light glowing beneath my eyelids.

I opened my eyes to see that I was in a hospital of some sort. The curtains were drawn around me and I couldn't make out what the clock said on the wall. Most importantly, I couldn't remember why or how I got here. I glanced down and cringed when I saw an IV stuck into my arm. I looked away immediately and checked over my body. I'm not going to lie; it looked like my body got ran over by a truck that was caked in ash. Ash, why did I think ash? Memories flooded into my thoughts. Oh right, the fire, but what was up with that dream? I was chewing on my lip when the curtain opened revealing a smiling doctor. I don't see why he was smiling, but I wasn't about to jump on board. My body ached in ways I never thought possible. Every breath I took felt like I was lifting two tons.

"How is my favorite little patient today?" He had balding gray hair with startling grey eyes.

"Why don't you tell me? I think you know just a tad bit more than me," I coughed so hard it felt like my throat was going to rip open. The doctor glanced at me worriedly before heading over to a chair by my bed.

"Well, saying that you almost died of smoke inhalation, I'd have to say you're doing pretty well."

"Did everyone else get out," I couldn't help but worry that someone else died while I survived; it's just not right.

"Everyone made out safe and sound. Now tell me, is it hard to breath?" the doctor asked while poking at some machinery.

"It was at first but I feel fine now. May I ask where I'm at?" I glanced around him to look at the window but couldn't make out any specific details.

"Of course, you're in the infirmary at St. Clementine Academy." I'm where? I've never heard of the place.

"What's St. Clementine Academy?"

"It's a school for selected students to come and study."

"Well, why am I here then?"

"You're one of the selected of course," the doctor looked at me strangely. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I held out my hands, "Whoa, whoa, I'm one of the selected? Do you know who you're talking to? I've lived in a foster home for the past 5 years; I'm a nobody. Why would I get accepted into a private school?" The doctor thought about that for a second.

"I think you need to visit the headmaster."

"You think?" I said sarcastically.

He gave me 'the look' as in 'don't be rude' look. "Well, if you're feeling up to it I suppose I could take you right now..." he glanced at me worriedly as I ripped out the IV and jumped out of bed. As soon as my feet touched the floor I felt the stung of the needles being yanked out. Ouch, that hurt!

"Ya, I'm okay," I said while rubbing my arms where the IV's were. I glanced down and saw I was wearing JUST a hospital gown. Eesh, I wonder who put it on me. I glanced worriedly at the doctor hoping it wasn't him. "Well, I will be fine as soon as I put some real clothes on..." I glanced around the room trying to locate where my clothes would be.

"You're clothe were badly damaged in the fire. Luckily, your backpack survived," the doctor said while pulling my backpack from under my bed. I never thought I'd be so happy to see that little thing. "I'll leave you to get dress." He walked out of the room quickly.

I opened my bad and took a pair of clothes out and some of my toiletry stuff. I glanced around for a bathroom and found one in what I originally thought was a closet. Luckily it had a shower.

I turned on the water making sure it was semi warm before jumping in. The hot water felt good as it soothed my tense back muscles. Water has that effect on me. I quickly squirted some shampoo from a little bottle I found near the sink into my hair. It reminded me of oranges and strawberries (a/n is there such shampoo? If so I'm want some!! It seems like it would smell good to me! :D). I put the conditioner of the same brand into my hair and quickly scrubbed my body of the black streaks. They were all over my body, luckily, they were only ash and not burns. Actually, I didn't even have any burns, weird.

I dried off and put on some faded jeans and a simple white top with a long, tan sweater vest that ended right next to my knees. I wrapped around an awesome brown belt around my waste to make sure the sweater kept in place. I put on the same brown boots that I had when the fire started. Speaking of, I wonder how long ago that was. It couldn't have been more than a day, right?

I opened up the bathroom door so the sweet smelling steam could pour out the door. I grabbed my hair brush and brushed my wet, wavy hair into a simple braid and let a few strands out just for the fun of it. I walked out of the bathroom and right into the doctor.

"Oh! I am so sorry! I'm such a klutz! Are you all right," I landed right on my butt while he was still standing. Well laughing was probably more of a precise word for it.

"Yes, I'm quite fine. Are you all right?" he asked while giving me a hand up.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. I'm used to falling. Oh, by the way I'm Dae and you are?" I couldn't believe I didn't know what the doctor's name was.

"Yes, I'm quite aware who you are Dae. I'm Doctor Mitch Osward but you can just call me plain Mitch." Aw, Mitch was a cute name.

"So are we going to go see this headmaster or what?" I asked while wiping off the dirt from the back of my pants.

"Of course, follow me," Mitch said while taking a lead.

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