Another shitty OC book nobody cares about

Vicissitude

'It's late at night, I hope mom doesn't hear me...'

Valerie scratched a match against the matchbox, sparking it alight and filling the room with a faint glow.  The details of the child's bedroom we're revealed; the bed was filled with stuffed animals and adorned with a tiara shaped headboard that had glittery stones on it that twinkled in the faint light.  Several large and intricate dollhouses lined one of the walls, some dolls and props strewn on the carpet nearby.  A small, elegantly designed table along with 2 matching chairs was in the center of the room where Valerie sat.  She brought the lighted match to a small pink candle and lighted it.  The scent of roses began to waft throughout the room.  She blew on the match to put it out and tossed it to the floor foolishly. 

She began to scribble in her coloring book.  Her parents had put her to bed hours ago but she woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't bear to lay down any longer.  She stopping coloring suddenly, thinking she heard one of her parents.  She got up and ran to the door without paying attention to her steps and causing her to trip on the leg of the table.  It tipped to the floor with a fairly loud thump, sending everything on top of it to fall along with it.  The lighted candle touched the paper coloring book and set it alight, the cheap paper igniting quickly.  Valerie let out a pained noise as she'd fallen before looking behind her at the fire that had started.  Tears formed in her eyes as she panicked.  What to do?!  She couldn't wake up her parents or she'd be in big trouble...  She got up and ran out of her room and down the stairs, with light steps as to not cause a ruckus.  She pushed a step stool in front of the sink and grabbed a large bowl from a low mounted cupboard and began filling it up with water.  About half way through she couldn't carry it anymore and it clattered into the bottom.  Meanwhile the fire had ignited the carpet and table upstairs.  The house was quiet, not one alarm had sounded.  She filled the bowl half way and ran back upstairs while spilling some of the liquid as it sloshed around in the bowl.  Upon reaching her room, her tears began flowing down her cheeks even moreso that before as a giant bonfire engulfed the center of her room.  She tossed the water on the fire, which barely did anything.  Valerie ran back down to the kitchen again as fast as her small legs could take her.  The bowl was filled back up again and it's contents thrown into the fire.  It was no use, the fire had spread throughout her entire room and was now spreading into the hallway and room next door.  Her parents were still asleep in the room next door.  Valerie fell to the floor, coughing and sobbing as the fire spread.  She now couldn't get through to her parents room.  What to do now?  Who could she run to for help?  She stumbled and ran through the hall, down the stairs and out the door.  Her school was down the street.  Even though it was dark, the teachers stay there right?  After a while of running she got lost.  Every house and streetlight was unusual and she didn't recognize them.  She fell to the concrete in defeat, her tears pouring out and staining the ground.  By this time it would be considered a tragedy.  But the fire would not stop burning for a while.  Until it destroyed her entire life...