Part 2 of I don't know what to call it yet :] ...

Before I start the story I would like to do a shout out for Kallista for being a great insperation and an even greater freind!!! ....

My head bashed against the floor knocking me into consciousness. My eyelids opened then immediately closed only revealing a blurred snapshot of my surroundings. I swallowed hard and my throat protested as I did, burning slightly. I breathed in threw my nose to lessen the pain, to find the smell of burning still wafting around me.

My head bumped again flashing my eyes open. My vision was still blurred but this time I could see I was being dragged. My body was numb and I let my head drop to the side. It was only a matter of time before the pain hit and when it did I imagined it would be like running into a brick wall with no holding back.

Of course I was wrong. It was much worse

The pain was unimaginable it worked it's way up from my feet to my head.  I discovered I had a sprained ankle and dislocated leg from where I was being dragged and could now  feel all kinds of bumps and bruises emerging from under my  skin, cruelly making themselves known. There where small pain full cuts that where now gathering dirt, which was keeping them open and bleeding.

Of course if I thought the pain was bad the realization was worse.... at first I flinched and then I lashed out at who ever was dragging me. They let go but I continued to kick, hoping it would keep them away. Tears were streaking down my face into my mouth stopping me from screaming but I wanted to. God damn it I did. The house had been set on fire, someone had gotten me out but I didn't know who. I thought it was my mum but my mum wouldn't be dragging  a bloody injured me along the floor.

I felt hands scoop underneath me onto my back slowly lifting me. I lashed out but it did no good so I stayed still and cried silently. Whoever this was they where carrying me now. I wanted to scream at them to put me down. demand them to take me home but I couldn't. After what seemed like forever the stranger put me down on a bristled surface which felt like a welcome mat.... how ironic. I heard a lock click open and a door swing with it.

The person moved over to me and picked me up. They shut the door behind us and settled me down on an incredibly soft surface. I rubbed my fists against my eyes and opened them up. I was in a cosy looking cottage snuggled up on a old fashioned sofa. A wooded fire was blazing across the room an an ancient TV was tuned into a channel I had never heard of.

I heard footsteps approach and before I could even turn around a pale hand offered me a warm drink. I took it from them and thanked them. I had no Idea who they were but until I built up my strength I had no chance of escape so all I had to do was play along until I got the chance to run. Whoever it was moved away as soon as they knew the cup was secured in my hand and walked off into the kitchen. I sipped my drink  and rested back against the sofa. Before I could blink the person had returned and was now clearing out my cuts with disinfectant. I hissed at the pain and had to bite my lip in the end. They pressed ice against my bruises and sprained ankle and then when they thought I wasn't looking popped my leg back into place.

I screamed in pain but they shushed me and incouraged me to drink on. The drink turned salty as the tears dripped into it but the person, who I assumed was female because of her voice was now wiping them away. My eyelids began to drop and even though I commanded them to remain open they refused and before I knew it I was asleep.

(Don't know what to call this story yet)

I had been lead in my bed for ages now. My eyes were closed but I wasn't asleep. I was half asleep and half awake as I heard padded footsteps climb the stairs and walk across the hall in my direction. I shifted in my bed as the footsteps made their way into the room. I knew it was my mum. This time every morning she would wake me just before she went on her morning jog.

Even though I now felt wide away I still mumbled as my mums friendly touch gently shook my shoulder. I hadn't meant to but mumbling seemed normal. My eye lids flickered open and met my mums warm chestnut eyes. She whispered something to me and I mumbled a reply. I wasn't paying attention to what she or I had said as it was the same exchange of words everyday. "I'm off now sweetie"... "OK Mum".

Before I knew it I heard the front door slam. As I had been pondering my thoughts my mum had left. Normally I would of remained in bed and fallen back into the void of nothingness in hopes of felling energized when I woke but truth was no matter how much I slept I always woke as tired as before, It wasn't till I had eaten that I would actually feel ...alive.

So here I found myself jerking myself out of bed in another desperate attempt to make today different. My days always followed routine. Wake School Read Sleep Wake School Read Sleep. Never changed, Far as I knew never would. I went to a school 5 minutes down the road but didn't make Friends easily as I couldn't find anyone well... realateable?

Now I was downstairs waiting for the kettle to finish boiling as I pored out some serial and stiffened in a yawn. The Kettle clicked and I took it off the hook I slipped in the hot water dunked the tea bag and then put the kettle back in place. As I did The lights flickered and then went out. I tried the switch a few more times but nothing happened. I stumbled into a draw and then opened it in search of some matches. Aha!

The same second the match sparked was the same second my vision returned. I lite the two candles on the side, then match in hand went over to the fridge. Turns out It hadn't just been the lights. The fridge didn't light up when I opened it but I knew where the milk was all to well meaning it wasn't a real problem... for now.

I made my way to the sitting room to see the electric still worked in here. I felt a burning on my fingers and was instantly reminded of the lite match in my hand. I dropped the match without thinking, now instantly awake to see I had made a big mistake. "NO!" I allowed my tea to fall sending bits of glass and soft brown liquid everywhere. The match had landed on the sofas arm and had now burnt threw. Just as Ithought it was safe the black hole burst into flames. I screamed and flinched backwards as the heat blazed in my face I slipped on my tea and landed on bits of brocken clay smearing red blood on the wooden floor. Tears pricked in my eyes as I hunched myself up. I stood knees shacking and threatening to give in. The tears blurred my vision and I was forced to blink them free but it was no use as the just kept coming. By now nearly the whole room was on fire. I had to get out but as the smoke filled my lungs the way to the door seemed to get further and futher away.

The smoke burnt my eyes and 'burnt' my throat as I began to cough. I felt like I was about to cough up a lung and had to stop to support myself. The fire was spreading fast and had now broke out into the hall behind me. I fell to my knees still coughing and was forced to close my eyes. I heard the door open. Thinking it was my mum Is spoke. "help" I whispered but it didn't sound like me. Not at all. It sounded hoarse , brocken, pleading and weak. I wasn't a weak girl. Not normally. But here I was alloweing the blackness to consume me as I heard the footsteps come towards me ...

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