Annalise pov
"Mama!"
The house was in flames, engulfed in smoke.
I was alone, out on the pavement, trembling in pain and fear as I watched my house burn down in flames. However, my burns and taste of blood in mouth was the least of my concern. I stared with tears in my eyes at the reality in front of me. My mother. She was in there, dying , burning alive. Everything was a blur, the sky was orange, unlike the fire in front of me.
It was green. The fire was green, how can that be?
Raising my trembling hands, I willed the little power left in me to try and reduce the blazing flames in front of me. The waves surrounding my hands were nothing but a soft tint of black and green. It was suppose to work, it has to work. I tried and I tried, screaming with all my might to contain the flames. It did not die down one bit. I smash the gravel with my hands, fresh blood seeping out from the freshly made wounds on my palms,
I can't do it.
It's ok, Anna, stop wasting your energy.
My eyes widened in hope and shock, it was my mothers voice, she was still alive.
Mama, stay with me , I'm gonna save you.
Hoping she heard my message, I lifted my bloodied six year old body from the ground, putting my hands in front of the screaming flames that was threatening to take my mother away. Before I could let my powers flow through me, I heard it again, the desperate and painful voice of the one I loved the most.
Baby, stop, stop trying, leave and live for me. I love you.
Hearing those piercing words, I couldn't suppress the inner pain I had. I screamed and I cried, hoping that all this was just a nightmare , that my mother would wake me up with a kiss on my forehead, telling me it was nothing but a nightmare. But I knew it was over, she was going to leave me and I couldn't do anything about it.
Yet I stubbornly still tried, hoping the waves around my hand could ease the nightmare I was trapped in and bring her back to my side.
Naive, I was too naive and weak, my powers had failed me, although I couldn't understand why.
All I remembered hearing was the sirens blaring in the distance, the neighbours screaming, whispering and the sound of my heart beating. I slumped to the ground, as if all the energy has been sucked out of me. The mixture of blue, green and black around my hands slowly faded off. I let my hands fall to my side. All connection I had with my mother gone. She was gone, and it was my fault.
Ringing, that was all I heard, firefighters trying to carry my weak body off the ground, and the others trying to put out the fire that took my mother.
The fire is green, I screamed, but my mouth was shut tight. I tried again, a soft whisper left my dry mouth.
The fire is green. No one heard me, why couldn't they see that the fire was green?
That was all I could think, before my eyes fluttered shut, body relaxing in the arms of the firefighter and letting darkness envelope me. A tear left my eye, as I drifted off with the memories of my mother engraved in my mind.
"She's awake" A voice muttered out.
I opened my eyes, squinting it as I scanned the bright unfamiliar surroundings around me, the white beds, the oh so familiar smell of sanitisers and medicines. Hospital. I was at the hospital. It took me a while before the memories of what happened came rushing back to me, difference was this time, no tears came out. I felt numb, only one thing was on my mind, I had to find the culprit who killed my mother.
"Hey, little girl, can you hear me?" A man in a white cloak and big round glasses asked.
I assumed he was the doctor who was assigned to me. He had a cold demeanour, everything about him screamed boredom and annoyance, not that I was affected by it.
The lack of emotion in his voice and on his voice did not phase me, after all I felt the same. I simply nodded my head, refusing to open my mouth as everything hurt too much, my physical injuries was really catching up to me. "
"What is your name?", the same man proceeded, releasing a big sigh while tilting his glasses to check my physical status on his clipboard.
I stayed silent for a moment, I've always hated my name.
Annalise, it was too long and too hard to pronounce. The only thing that made me feel better about it was my mother shortening it to Anna when she spoke to me. However, the thought of hearing it from people other than her was utterly disgusting to me. After what seemed like forever, I stared right at the impatient doctor with coldness in my eyes.
With no emotion whatsoever, I opened my mouth for the first time in his presence.
"Lis, my name is Lis Jones."
