There was fire everywhere I looked. It was suffocating and terrifying. The heat was intense and felt thick in the air. I went to take a breath and coughed at the searing sensation that flooded my lungs. The building was burning fast and I had yet to locate the young girl whose screams drew me into the building in the first place. All I could see was the fiery orange of the flames as they ate away at the building. It was so hot I could almost feel my skin blistering and melting off my body.
“Please help me! Help me!” I heard a shrill scream echo from behind me. I turned quickly to the empty classroom, trying to beat the spreading fire.
“Where are you? I can’t see you!” I called as I entered the room, coughing as the smoke and heat raged on.
“I’m right here. Please help me.” She whimpered as she stepped out from the corner of the room and ran to me, tears staining her small cheeks. She was about eight, with hair as bright as the flames surrounding us and green eyes filled with fear and tears. She clung to my legs so tightly it was a struggle to pry her off and pick her up.
“Please. I’m scared.”
“Shh. I’ll get you out of here,” I murmured panickedly as I held her close and ran through the burning room. I skidded to a halt as I reached the door that I came through, seeing it was blocked by falling debris engulfed in flames. Pivoting, I found a door that wasn’t completely blocked off. I put the young girl down and pushed the blazing boards out of my way, my hands in agony from the developing burns and blisters. I picked her up, ignoring the searing pain in my hands, and kicked the door open, stepping out into the clean cool air that the outside world provided.
As soon as we stepped out of the burning school we were spotted. Cries of relief and help were heard. I shakily moved a safe distance away from the flames before collapsing onto the grass, shielding the young girl as much as I was able from the harsh impact. Through the pounding of blood in my ears I could hear people approaching, and the sound of their panic as they saw the condition we were in.
I cried out in pain as a young man checked me over, the material of his fireproof suit rubbing against my raw, blistering flesh. An older female paramedic was talking to me as she and the firefighter placed me onto a stretcher. I could see her mouth moving but I couldn’t hear the words. I lifted my burnt hand and feebly clutched the fabric of the firefighter’s suit, tugging at it and successfully gaining his attention. He turned his face towards me, crystal blue eyes staring into mine with concern and controlled panic. Black hair framed his face and his jaw was painted with a few days’ worth of stubble. His movements were calm and deliberate, but his eyes divulged his solicitude.
“The girl,” I said weakly. I coughed, my grip loosening as my eyes grew hazy and my body became heavy. “Save the girl.”
“She’s going to be ok. You got her out in time. She had a few burns but she’ll be ok. You are very brave.” He spoke soothingly as his blue eyes bore into my hazel ones.
I nodded and smiled faintly, glad that I managed to save the child. The pain in my body subsided as I felt exhaustion taking over.
“Hey, stay with me. Fight it. Stay with me.” The firefighter spoke firmly,as he clutched my jaw lightly, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me your name.” I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to, those blue eyes holding me captive.
“Haven,” I whispered before my chest seized from the charred air I inhaled, burning as I was placed in the back of the ambulance.
“I’m James. Haven, you need to let go of me. They have to take you to the hospital.” James spoke, his words not making sense. I couldn’t feel my body; couldn’t move it. Everything was going black.
I could hear the paramedics telling James to sit in the corner and not move. I could feel a distant pain as they touched my skin. I could smell my burnt flesh, my burnt hair, and I could taste the smoke on my tongue… but the only thing I could see was James’s blue eyes piercing the veil of darkness that was obscuring my vision.
“Save the girl. Save the girl” I choked out, knowing already that I couldn’t be saved.
“Haven! Stay with me!” James yelled, jolting up from his position in the corner and coming to my side as his eyes shone with a silent plea. I stared at him as the pain faded, my vision waning. I held his beautiful blue gaze until it all faded; until I could hear, feel, taste, see and smell no more. Everything faded until there was nothing but darkness.
They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes: a series of events that were important and meaningless; events that shaped and broke you.The only thing I saw was the ethereal blue of his eyes. The way they gazed at me with such concern. Concern for a perfect stranger. It was all I saw in the darkness that held me captive. There was nothing…. nothing but the blue of his eyes - just those blue eyes in that endless darkness.Time was meaningless. I could have been there for a decade or three seconds and I would never know the difference. Time, along with every other sense, was non-existent. There was no sensory input of any kind. I wasn’t asleep or awake. I simply was.I don’t know how long I layed there till my senses came back, one after the other. Sound was the first to return. I could
This time the darkness didn’t claim me for long. I could hear the beeping of a heart monitor and various other medical equipment. My body felt sore and stiff from lack of movement. My eyelids were heavy as I forced them open, scanning the small room with blurry eyes. When my eyes adjusted to the light I inspected my skin, afraid of what I would find. It was slightly more pink than was normal, and it felt almost overly sensitive and dull at the same time, like my hands had fallen asleep and all my sensations were dulled, but it hurt to move them. There weren't many scars, mostly on the tops of my fingers but not nearly as bad as I expected it to be. My hands then went to my face and I winced as I touched a bandage on my neck that measured to my ear. I closed my eyes at the sudden pain from touching it a little too hard. Next, I put my hands in my hair, feeling some singed and brittle parts; nothing a
“She’s fine, Haven. She had a few burns that have healed nicely. She asked about you all the time when she was here. She comes with her parents once a week to see how you are,” he explained.“I’m glad she’s ok.” I was incredibly happy to know she was healed up,and flattered that she and her parents checked on me.“I have to ask: what made you run into that building, Haven? You could have died,” James asked with a very serious expression.“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I heard her screams and cries for help and I had to help her. I didn’t care for my safety, I just wanted to help her.”“You are either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid,” he stated flatly.
For the next few days, my time consisted of strengthening exercises with the doctor and daily visits from James. I told him he didn’t have to come and see me anymore but he insisted. I quickly learnt that James Owen Mathews was a very stubborn man. It was mid afternoon, almost a week since I had woken up in this hospital bed. I lay backwards on my bed, my feet propped up and my head almost hanging off. There wasn’t a lot to do in this room.“What are you doing?” asked a confused voice from the doorway. I tilted my head to see James standing in the doorway with a paper bag and a backpack in his hands.“I’m laying down. What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked rhetorically.“I know that, smartass. I’m asking why you’re laying like th
We passed the time by laughing and joking, having a good time. James was fun to be around. It was easy and comfortable. I didn’t feel like I needed to be ‘on’ all the time. He made me feel at ease. We sat for a little while in silence before another knock brought our attention to the door. A young couple was standing there with a small red-headed girl.“Haven, you’re awake!” the young girl cried, running into the room to stand by my bed.I stared at her in surprise, her pretty green eyes shining up at me. I could see small burn scars on her little arms, which were very minimal compared to what could have happened. I stared at her in surprise, glancing at James and the couple.“H-hi,” I replied, shocked to see her.
The moment I felt my body waking up, I knew I wasn’t in the hospital anymore. I opened my eyes to once again see the white room I woke up in after the fire. This time I was clothed in a small white dress that reached my knees, my wings spilled from my back in inky blackness. I glanced around the room absentmindedly playing with the feathers on my wings, wondering why I was here again.“You are here, my child, because I have need of you.” A deep soothing voice spoke from behind me. I turned already knowing who I would see. He was just as beautiful as ever. He was tall and golden, his eyes a fiery green, his wings as white as fresh snow. I felt very small standing in his presence.“Need of me how?” I asked, not completely comfortable around him.“You have training to do, my de
With that I closed the door and immediately took out my shower things and stripped before stepping into the water. It felt so nice to finally be able to scrub my skin with actual body wash and not small sterile smelling soap. I nearly moaned in pleasure as I worked the shampoo into my hair, sighing as I felt the choppy and broken strands of my burnt hair. Would definitely need to make a hair appointment. I did however, let out a little happy sound as I noticed the razor in my bag and immediately shaved the important bits.It felt heavenly to finally be groomed. After a good solid 15 minutes in the shower I got out and dried off with the ridiculously small hospital towels and got dressed, sighing as I finally felt a sense of comfort to be in my clothes. I stood in front of the sink, toothbrush with toothpaste on it in my hand and let out a sigh as I put it in my mouth and started brushing my tee
Stepping into the house I let out a sigh of relief and slowly made my way into the kitchen. It was most definitely slow going as the house was huge. Was it always this huge?! God who needs this much space? By the time I made it into the kitchen I shakely made my way to the breakfast nook and sank onto the bench with a huff.I reached down and massaged my sore leg muscles through my jeans, huffing in frustration byt how crippled and useless I felt. Couldn’t even make it across the floor without needing a break because I was cramping and winded. I felt ninety all of a sudden and growled in annoyance at the unwelcome feeling. I forced myself to stand with a grunt and hobbled to the fridge, opening it a crack and when I wasn’t met with a wave of stench I opened it fully and was very happy to see that it was clean and all things gross and expired had been disposed of. In fact now that I thought abou