I wake up the next morning, But not completely. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't they felt like they were glued to my skull. I blindly look around I cannot see a thing but what was stagmenting was the smell. It smelled like burning and cinder. There must be smoke cause I couldn't stop coughing. It filled by throats with brine and ash I felt like I was suffocating.
Wherever I was it was burning down and I was in the eye of the storm. I could feel the heat burn my skin as each hair grew shorter after each outburst. I could feel a hard rock in my neck like someone was pressing their hand against it.
I reached for the door I couldn't see there was no escape from this hell. I caught a walk and then a lamp then a door handle. I handled it to make sure it was what I was looking for and not some cabinet. I opened the door heard creaking fro, the other side. Whatever I just did triggered a chain reaction which destroyed part of the house.
In a fit to get my breath back I crawled down on the floor and tried to be as small as possible to stop the flames from touching me. I crawl forward holding the door frame as I advance out. I was on the second story of the house I think as I felt the ground disappear from my grasp. Probably a set of stairs. I hold onto the balcony as I clamber down the stairs.
Why was no one hear I am thinking. Speaking of that why am I here. Last thing I remember was falling to sleep thinking about the burning house. It must have been that device the little girl had. Maybe a reverse of fate I was the one who is going to burn and not her. The only difference is I will not get any help. I will burn, choke and die.
But suddenly I feel the weakness around my eyes weary. I can feel the strain leaving them. I open them. Indeed I am in the house from before I look around and see no girl this time and no one helpin through the window to pull me out.
With some invocation I look for the nearest exit and make a brake for it. The flames around me burn my skin, my hair and my flesh. I see a window which was broken up. Sharp shards of glass lay around the sea like thorns in a jungle. I narrowly crawl through the gap and fall onto cold hairs.
I look around it's completely dark and I cannot see more than 5 feet ahead of me. I remember the way around and run toward the front entrance. Then I see it the little girl standing there looking at me in this weird way. Like I was destroying her toys or shouting at her. She looked disappointed.
"What have you done" I exclaim in a fit of anger. The girl just continues staring at me in disappointment. "Why am I here" I say again as I walk towards her slowly. She continues staring. "Talk to me!!" I shout at her. The girl falls backwards as if taken aback. She looks at me as if she's scared. "Your not done" she said "you should still be in there". I look confused at her, what does she mean I'm not done does she mean I'm not dead.
"What do you mean, I'm not done yet" I say a little scared. She looks at me. "You'll find out now" she says In a creepy voice. I hear a loud scream and then the place fades to black.