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“Miss, please, miss, tell me what happened. Was there anyone else in the house when the fire started?”
Fuzzy lights and noises echoed in the space around me.
Smouldering flames.
Icy cold stares.
Falling and falling, plummeting to the ground.
The flames, so hot, like snakes tongue, licking at my bare flesh, burning, hot.
I stopped and opened my mouth to speak, but was overwhelmed with the thought, the thought of losing him, of knowing that he left me.
Slowly I turned to see what was left.
Ashes, burnt and charred wood, a smouldering skeleton of the grand piano stood surrounded by piles of wood and other debris.
But he wasn’t there.
He was nowhere to be seen.
The flames burnt my eyes as I remembered.
The pain was unbearable, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
No flesh wounds hurt like this did.
Hurt like knowing he was gone, like knowing that he had left me.
What happened?
I felt a sharp prick on my arm as a long metal needle dug into my skin.
I felt it snag and catch as it split my skin.
I would have screamed and cried and shouted at the sight of a needle before, but now, it all seemed so pointless.
I tried to speak, but couldn’t find the words.
So instead of attempting to speak I turned and watched as people hurried around me.
Every now and then I would hear a voice shout louder than all of the others.
“Get that part put out.”
“Over here, come on move.”
I could hear voice coming from every direction, sirens blasting in the background, and all the while I couldn’t stop picturing him, lying dead somewhere.
What if he was dead?
“Miss, miss. Are you ok?” A voice broke into my mind.
I turned my head suddenly, so suddenly I was overcome with dizziness.
I toppled over as my stomach heaved and lurched again and again.
I finally managed to cough heavily.
I cleared my throat and took in a long deep breath.
I could taste smoke and fire in my mouth.
It felt like a poison running down my throat and spreading through my body.
I wanted to throw up.
My throat felt like it was constantly being squeezed so I couldn’t breathe in.
My head began to spin as I attempted to stand up.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder and steady me.
“Take it easy.” A voice whispered gently and calmly into my ear.
I closed my eyes and let the hands guide me down onto a soft bed.
“Can you hear me?” The voice came again, but this time with worry seeping out of the words.
I nodded my head slightly.
“Ok, it is very important that you try and remember was there anyone else in the house when the fire started?”
I slowly breathed in and out, building up the strength to reply.
“Nathan and Ben.” I managed to say before I coughed heavily.
The man beside me reached over and placed a clear plastic mask over my face.
I felt a cool breeze of clean air flow into my mouth.
My heart seemed to momentarily calm down.
“Nathan and Ben, they were still in there.” I said again, my voice distorted by the mask.
“Ok, and you’re sure that’s everyone, no one else was in the house with you?” The man asked again.
I nodded my head.
Jace had left before the fire.
Nathan and Ben were in the other room, or at least, they were, before I fell asleep.
Nathan had come in and woken me to tell me that Jace had gone for some fresh air.
I remember thinking his words meant something else.
He had told me something once, and I needed to remember it to understand what he said.
Then it clicked.
He had left, and he wasn’t coming back.
Fuzzy lights and noises echoed in the space around me.
Smouldering flames.
Icy cold stares.
Falling and falling, plummeting to the ground.
The flames, so hot, like snakes tongue, licking at my bare flesh, burning, hot.
I stopped and opened my mouth to speak, but was overwhelmed with the thought, the thought of losing him, of knowing that he left me.
Slowly I turned to see what was left.
Ashes, burnt and charred wood, a smouldering skeleton of the grand piano stood surrounded by piles of wood and other debris.
But he wasn’t there.
He was nowhere to be seen.
The flames burnt my eyes as I remembered.
The pain was unbearable, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
No flesh wounds hurt like this did.
Hurt like knowing he was gone, like knowing that he had left me.
What happened?
I felt a sharp prick on my arm as a long metal needle dug into my skin.
I felt it snag and catch as it split my skin.
I would have screamed and cried and shouted at the sight of a needle before, but now, it all seemed so pointless.
I tried to speak, but couldn’t find the words.
So instead of attempting to speak I turned and watched as people hurried around me.
Every now and then I would hear a voice shout louder than all of the others.
“Get that part put out.”
“Over here, come on move.”
I could hear voice coming from every direction, sirens blasting in the background, and all the while I couldn’t stop picturing him, lying dead somewhere.
What if he was dead?
“Miss, miss. Are you ok?” A voice broke into my mind.
I turned my head suddenly, so suddenly I was overcome with dizziness.
I toppled over as my stomach heaved and lurched again and again.
I finally managed to cough heavily.
I cleared my throat and took in a long deep breath.
I could taste smoke and fire in my mouth.
It felt like a poison running down my throat and spreading through my body.
I wanted to throw up.
My throat felt like it was constantly being squeezed so I couldn’t breathe in.
My head began to spin as I attempted to stand up.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder and steady me.
“Take it easy.” A voice whispered gently and calmly into my ear.
I closed my eyes and let the hands guide me down onto a soft bed.
“Can you hear me?” The voice came again, but this time with worry seeping out of the words.
I nodded my head slightly.
“Ok, it is very important that you try and remember was there anyone else in the house when the fire started?”
I slowly breathed in and out, building up the strength to reply.
“Nathan and Ben.” I managed to say before I coughed heavily.
The man beside me reached over and placed a clear plastic mask over my face.
I felt a cool breeze of clean air flow into my mouth.
My heart seemed to momentarily calm down.
“Nathan and Ben, they were still in there.” I said again, my voice distorted by the mask.
“Ok, and you’re sure that’s everyone, no one else was in the house with you?” The man asked again.
I nodded my head.
Jace had left before the fire.
Nathan and Ben were in the other room, or at least, they were, before I fell asleep.
Nathan had come in and woken me to tell me that Jace had gone for some fresh air.
I remember thinking his words meant something else.
He had told me something once, and I needed to remember it to understand what he said.
Then it clicked.
He had left, and he wasn’t coming back.