(Authors Note: Hey guys~! Its the author here! This is the first story I'm posting so it might not be the best. This was a story I had written a while ago. Just a heads up, the ending is a little cheesy or rushed, but oh well. Also, just a little warning, theres a bit [more like a lot] of gore in this story. If you don't like it, then don't read it! Thanks, and I hope you guys enjoy the story~! :-] )
Sarah was a sophmore in high school. She was a great student; making all AB honor roll through her student years. She had recently gotten a boyfriend who loved her very very much. She had two loving parents. She was one of the very few students where she lived who had a whole home rather than a broken one. Overall, she thought she had a great life. That "great life" soon collapsed that one horrible day...
Her mom had suffered from an aneurism in the kitchen one night while she was cooking dinner. This had happened before Sarah or her father had returned home from school and work, so she was the only one home at the time. She had fallen unconscious into a pot of grease that had been boiling to fry the chicken for dinner. She fell to the floor, taking with her the pot of scalding hot oil.
It spilled everywhere. Especilally on Sarah's poor mother. It had melted the flesh off of her face, arms, stomach... everywhere. It had seeped into her body and destroyed her stomach, kidneys, intestines, liver, and even parts of her lungs. It only took about five minutes for her to officially die.
The burner from the stove was still on. The flame had grown and found a nearby rag. The house burst into flames due to the flame reaching the propane tank that powered the burners. Sarah had arrived home before her father that day. What she found was horribly terrifying to her. She had no idea what to do, but she had to do something. She ran up to the porch and tried to get the door opened, but the door knob was flaming hot, burning her hand at the slightest touch. She was smart though. She quickly took off her jacket and wrapped it around her hand to protect it from the heat.
She flung the door open as fast as she could. Immediately upon opening, flames rushed out from the opening. Her little three month old kitten, Ash, came sprinting out of the door. He was yowling and shreiking like a banshee. He finally made it out to the lawn, and collapsed, dead. It wasn't too hard for Sarah to figure out why he was acting in such a way. When she did figure it out though, she fell to the floor and begun to vomit uncontrollably. Poor little Ash had suffered in pure agony. The skin on his tail had been completely burned off along with nearly all of his fur. It even burned through parts of the skin on his body. The worst part of it all was his face. His ears were singed off. His left eye had burst in the socket from the extreme heat. His face, completly melted, exposing a gaping hole in his head that was oozing bits of liquefied brain matter all over the freshly cut grass. To put it simpley, he was reduced to a puddle of mushy flesh.
She quickly stirred herself from her nausea and focussed on one thing. Saving her mother still trapped inside. She barged into the house, choking on the smog that engulfed her. "Mom!? Mommy!? Where are you!? Shout if you can hear me!" she shouted. There was no answer. She was walking blind. The smoke clouded her vision, making her run blindly into walls and rubble from the collapsing home.
She didn't find her. She searched the living room. Nothing. She searched the bedroom. Nothing. She was running out of time. She couldn't take the smoke anymore and the house was becomeing more and more unstable by the moment. She finally made it to the kitchen, where she found her mothers badly burned corpse. Sarah, blinded by the smoke, had failed to see that her dearest mother had already expired. Sarah grabbed the corpse by her arm and tried her hardest to drag her out. Slowly, she made her way to the front door dragging her mother with her.
Just then, there was a loud crack. The floor had collapsed beneath her right foot, plunging it into the cellar below. The force was so great that she fell with the rest of the floor around her. She broke her right leg upon impact. The fire that had already filled the cellar had swallowed Sarah whole. She lay in the cellar, flailing and screaming; trying desperately to drag herself to safety. It was too much. She let out one final shriek of agony, then collapsed dead. Her body had burned, along with the rest of the house and her mother...
Her dad had finally arrived home, but he was already too late. He called the fire department and begun to put some of the fire out with the garden hose. A few of the neighbors had rushed to the scene to try to help. The bodies of Sarah and her mother had been recovered. They were in terrible shape, and could barely be distinguished. The only way to tell who was who was by the size of the corpses. Their father could not come up with the money to give either of them a proper barrel, so some of Sarah's friends and family had pitched in to arrange their funerals.
Sarah's father had been so grief stricken about his loss, that he went to the bar and consumed copious amounts of alcohol. In a booze-filled sorrow, he stumbled off to the stream that he and his daughter used to fish in when she was little. His wife usually stayed off to the side to capture the moment with her video camera. He broke down into tears. He couldn't take it any more. He just couldn't live with out his family. He would rather die than go through the hell he was going through, he thought. Just then, it hit him. "Why don't I just make it happen then?" he thought aloud. He clutched his nearly empty bottle of whiskey and looked out at the water. "Sarah, Margret... I love you. I'll be seeing you very soon...." He said these final words, took a last chug at his whiskey, and jumped into the rushing, black water. He sunk like a rock, not even trying to swim. He had given up. He expelled the air from his lungs and inhaled the icy water. Clutching a picture of his little girl in his hand, as he slowly faded away....
