I woke up abruptly to the sound of screaming from a familiar voice. This is accompanied by the distinct sound of a high pitched steady pulsing beep. My whole body feels warm and I can feel the sweat trickling down my forehead. I took this as the first sign that something’s wrong, especially since it’s almost Summer and the AC is on. Although the change in temperature is weird, it doesn’t seem too concerning. All I want to do is go back to sleep, my eyes can barely stay open and the sun isn’t even up yet. I hide back into my covers of my cozy bed but I couldn’t sleep. This is due to the loud crying, which I think is from my sister, and the overwhelming smell of smoke. I didn’t notice it but breathing under my bedsheets was surprisingly difficult. Even in my tired state I knew I have to do something, and fast. I open my door and bolt towards the sound of the loud cries. The first thing I notice is how hard it is to see, the house seemed to be filled by a giant grey cloud. I run through the thick clouds of smoke, covering my mouth by pulling the collar of my shirt up to keep myself from inhaling the air. I have no idea where I’m going but I just want to get everyone out. I can barely breathe, the smoke is filling my lungs and all I want is for this to be a dream. My trembling hands force open the door afraid of what I’ll have to face. Opening it led the smoke to follow close behind me and the first thing I took notice was my sister under her bed crying. No matter how much I yell at her, she won’t move, “We need to wake up the rest of our family!”, I scream. In this moment I’m probably just as scared as her, but I can’t let this fear consume me. I change my plan quickly realizing that if this isn’t going to work I shouldn’t force it. So instead I begin to reassure her, “Everything will be fine, we just need to get out as quickly as we can okay?” I say this in between coughs, while trying my best to seem calm in this situation. This is when she finally crawls out of underneath her bed. Trying to persuade her is as hard as writing this completely fictional story. Together, we begin to run towards the direction of our parent’s room. When we open the door we see our father lying in bed snoring as loud as a bear. I send my sister off to search the room for our mother who’s nowhere to be seen. As I shake my father awake, I now remember something incredibly important. I wasted so much time in trying to locate my family that I forgot the most important task in this situation, calling 911. I honestly don’t know if we will make it out alive. The smoke is getting thicker and breathing is the hardest task. My sister comes running towards me, she’s only a few metres away but even then all I could hear are her coughs. Even when she’s next to me, all I could understand from her faint voice is,  “No mom”, with tears in her eyes. A moment later our father is fully awake and notices the smoke filling the room, he quickly gives us instructions to leave and meet outside on the lawn. He asked if we called 911 before we ran out, and with my head already feeling overwhelmed with everything I still couldn’t believe I let that slip. I shook my head rapidly and I could see the fear in my father’s eyes.  I quickly tell him how our mother is still missing but we still leave the room with our father close behind us. I could hear him quickly giving the address and situation to the operator behind us. He then ran ahead towards the fire and disappeared in search of our missing mother. As we run down the stairs we notice how quick the flames were engulfing our home, our father. It swallows everything in its path. The table that our family ate at just yesterday is now burned to ashes. The thought of everything disappearing so quickly in front of my eyes caused a new feeling to emerge. I was no longer fearful of this destructive warmth. I don’t know what this feeling is, but in this moment I just want to stay inside. I don’t want the memories that I so joyfully look back on to just be memories. If nothing will be the same then what’s the point. With these new thoughts consuming my brain as fast as the smoke is consuming my lungs, all I could do is stand there on the stairs. That’s when my sister grabbed my hand and she pulls me along to the front of the door. Although her eyes are filled with tears and her face is wet, she moved forward. I think I’m going to pass out at any moment but we make it outside. All I can do is wonder where my mother was and if my father will make it out to join us as well. I can’t think any further because my thoughts are being interrupted by the sirens ringing, and as the sound got louder I got sleepier. All I can see is my sister standing there staring at our whole life burning to ashes. I don’t know what she’s thinking but I can’t think further. My sister, the trees, the house, the fire, everything is getting fuzzy. I feel so cold although I Then everything was black.