The sirens are what woke Alex, she's sure of it. Well, she wasn't sure she could consider herself as "woken up" considering she was standing and in front of a burning building.
Alex recognized the house as her own, the orange flames engulfing it, taunting her. She was distantly aware of someone screaming, and something wet hit her arm. She realized it was a tear, and she was the one who had screamed.
Where are Mom and Dad? Alex thought, feeling detached from the world around her. She felt as if she could see herself being ushered to the ambulance by the police. It was almost as if she was watching a movie, the tragic tale of a girl who lost everything.
It was only later, when the authorities were able to calm Alex down enough, that she was told what happened. There was a gas leak that set fire to Alex's house, killing her parents who weren't able to get out in time. The only reason Alex was alive was because...she didn't know why. She couldn't remember the past couple days, she learned. But why? Doctors said it was shock. Alex knew it was something more. Did she hit her head? Was she suffering from a concussion? She didn't know, and google debunked her theory mercilessly.
It wasn't until about a week later that Alex's temporary guardian received a phone call from a man named Alaric Saltzman offering a place at his boarding school, free of cost. After some debate, her guardian accepted.
And that is where our story begins.
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Broken Prophecy
FanfictionAlex Rodrigues wakes up to the sound of sirens one night and finds herself standing in front of a burning building. She learns that her parents burned alive inside of it and all signs point to her being the one who started the fire. Alaric Saltzman...
