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 ...