"Tell me this is just a dream cause I'm really not fine at all"
"Dove, Honey. Are you awake?"
I wake to the calming tone of my mother'a voice. I really don't want to get up,but do anyways because I know she wanted to see me if she came all the way here. Wait where is here?
"Mom, where am I? Why happened? Is everything okay? Why am I here?"
My mother looks nervous as I hound her with questions.
"Well, you were in your apartment an there was a fire. You passed out and were burned pretty badly. Thank God the Fire Department came before anything worse happened."
I vaguely remember being lifted off the floor of my apartment, and looking into the arms of (what I thought was an angel) firefighter.
"Mom, did you see the person who brought me out of the building?"
"No sorry Honey I didn't."
It's odd how vividly I remember my liberators face, in comparison to how blurred the rest of my experience was. I have the strange feeling that I will not be able to fully recover from this until I find the beautiful stranger from that night.
I try to sit up but my arm screams for me to stop. I look down at my bandaged arm and give up.
A/N: HI GUYS! I promise things will pick up next chapter! Don't give up this story just yet. UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY!!!!!
