Fate

Fire

I was standing by the car putting m last suitcase in the trunk. I stared at my beautiful home, knowing it was the last time I would see it for a while. My dad came out of the house carrying a box. Probably a cupcake or something. My little brother came out behind him. Coming to say goodbye? That can't be right.

My dad open the drivers seat door, but didn't get in. "Ready to go, pumpkin?" he asked.

"Yeah. Bye you little monster." I said turning to my brother, ruffling his hair.

"Hey! Bye brat." he jeered poking my stomach.

I chuckled abd go in the car. My brother ran back to the house.

"Have fun taking care of Wes." I teased.

Though my dad just frowned. "If only your mother was still here." he sighed, eyes on the road.

"Yeah. I mi-"

Our car lurched forward. Our wheels screeched on the pavement. I was mortified. I was going to die before I ever got to college. I herd a scream. And that was it.

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I woke up screaming. I tried to pat myself to make sure that I was still alive. I couldn't lift my arms. Whats going on? Am I dead? No, my arms were strapped down. It was all a dream. Or, a memory really. My dad almost died in that accident. He's in a wheelchair now, and always will be. I haven't seen him in a year.

Oh my gosh!

Today was my 19th birthday! Tears welled up in my eyes. Today of all days. I was going to be one of those people who died young and on their birthday! My life sucks.

Just then, I had a plan. I started bowling. Like really loudly. I herd people running toward this room. I smiled, but kept on crying.

Klide burst in, frantic. "What is it?" he snarled.

"I-its my-y b-b-birth-thday." I wailed.

"So?"

"Yo-ou cr-ruel p-p-people are gonn-a k-kill me on my-y b-birthda-ay!" I cried harder. Please work, please work, please work!

"Oh. I suppose we could hold off a little-"

I cut him off, "No! Let me out! Let me freaking out, NOW! I'm not spending my day stuck here! Are you an idiot?" I screamed.

This startled Klide. I smirked in my head. Betcha nobody ever talked to him like that. Ha.

"Um, I suppose we could let you out for the day. . . with a guard of course."

This wasn't happening. It was to darn easy. I must be dreaming.

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And it was. I woke up in a dark room. Strapped onto a table, and gagged. There was some contraption above my head. I saw a red light flicker on the thing as it focused on my forehead.

"Mmmmm! Hum uf muh mmmmm! Humph! Furmmmph!" I tried to scream. I wiggled around like a mad person. Get me out! They were gonna freaking cut me in half. Oh my God! Help me! Help me! HELP ME!

Of course no one could hear my thoughts, or understand my muffled cries for help, but I wasn't alone in the room either.

"Jace? Jace, is that you?" someone asked worriedly.

"Yes!" I tried too scream. It came out more like "Muf!" though. He understood me though.

"I am so so sorry that this happened." Brice apologized.

"If mub ufp fulph." Translation: Its not your fault.

"Jace? I love you."

Oh my God!!!!!!

My perfect moment was ruined by a sudden outburst of flames. They wern't going to kill me with this weird think above my head! They were gonna burn me to a crisp. I saw Brice, illuminated by the orange flames. He smiled at me. Why was he smiling? Was it one of those "I love you and always will" smiles, or something else.

He came running toward me. I felt embers burning my skin. Why wasn't he tied up? Did I care? Um, no. He wasn't going to make it. The tips of my hair were on fire. My skin was cover in all kinds of blisters. I wasn't going to get out. Only a miracle would save me now. I closed my eyes an waited.

I felt nothing. I smelled nothing. Herd nothing. I was nothing. Then suddenly, I was in someones arms. I herd screaming, and wailing sirens. I could barley breath. I was very aware of my burning skin. I couldn't see, and didn't want to.

I was dropped onto a bed. Something was strapped to my face. Another killing device? I didn't fight it. I couldn't. I couldn't move. Suddenly, I could breath. Not dirty smoky air, but real clean air! These people were helping me, not hurting me! But where was the gang?

I think they were putting me in an ambulance.

"Brice?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Hm?" Okay he was here.

"I love you too."

He grabbed my hand and kissed it, very gently. I squeezed his hand in return.

"I'll never leave you. . ." I smiled at that. I was going to be okay. Maybe not physically, but emotionally.

He started to say something else, but I didn't catch it because I stared to fall asleep. But I never let go of his hand.