Think of someone who makes you feel safe. Someone who's protected you in moments you didn't know you needed protection. Who's listened and who's always listened. Just think of someone who makes you feel safer then anyone else.
She could feel the flames lick up the bottom of her leg as the smoke had encased around her. Her coughs had been short winded as ever inhale filled more of the blackness into the already drained lungs. She needed to escape the fire, run for safety outside of the house.
Her leg had slowly given out as she had hit her knee's roughly to the ground. Think of someone safe. The words echoed across her head. Her mother was someone safe, but didn't bring much for her to want to escape in the moment. Her breath had labored as she had shut her eyes.
Blake and Brenton would be home right now waiting on her, while Violet would be sound asleep by now. Homework long since finished. The girl she saved from these flames months ago. The blonde had held onto the small ledge of the kitchen counter. She had one way out of this place.
Lake, the boy who had recklessly thrown her world into a whirlwind of emotions. Her eyes had glanced up to the entrance. The flames dimmed by the door, but still whipped around with the wind that came from the overhead stove. That tried to let smoke out of the house quickly but not quick enough.
The once long blonde hair she held that had grown over there years now burned and chared at the ends, and this time nobody would be coming to the rescue. Dove was gone, Luke was far too off with her sister and there own kids. She knew nobody would be off setting up a rescue when she had countless times come back from these expeditions.
"You're going to give up so quickly, amongst the flames. Where was the Andy I watched grow up? The girl who spit fire." Her breath hitched for a moment she could've sworn she had heard him. Her eyes frantically moved around the room, he couldn't be here it's dangerous.
She had whipped around quickly. The flames around her had shifted to a brightly lit field, the sun laboring down on the red head across the way. He wore an older smile, dimmed down from the once brightly lit face she had seen. She could see strands of grey mixed amongst his flames of hair.
"Lake-" Andy's hand stopped midway as she felt the prescience of another pass through her body. A moment that he her cover her eyes. When they had reopened she stopped, who was this she was staring at.
"I thought you'd ran off for the final time that time." Lake's words held a small humor under them. His smile still brightly on his worn face.
"You know me, I won't be running off any further then down the driveway." The way the woman spoke sounded like herself. She sounded just like the girl who stood behind them. Unnoticed as the tears dropped down her skin. A moment her vision had cleared as she had seen the flames once more.
"Alright I have to get out of here." Andy had whispered under her breath. What she had just seen had still puzzled her. She had never been one to judge a future, she couldn't even see them. But the hallucination, seeing him there with her. Older, but happy.
She had shifted using her weight to knock the flame engulfed door down. Stumbling out of the burning kitchen as she had made it towards the doorway. Her exit was rough as she had climbed away from the smoking building. Her breaths labored as she laid across the grass. The coolness sinking into her skin.
"I survived another day. Soon enough I'll be home and back to my life. But that moment -" Andy stopped speaking as she had felt her cheeks heat up. Even after the years just the thought of the red headed boy sent the blondes face ablaze once more.
"Older, and happier in that moment." Andy whispered as she listened to the rustling of other neighbor checking on the houses that survived the night of fires.
While Andy stayed still on the grass for a moment picturing that memory again. That memory that gave her hope that maybe they'd be together again.
