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   Chapter 8 Searing Nightmares!

Broken Past By Arathi Characters: 6106

Updated: 2018-08-04 08:57

The fire was all-consuming. The heat pulses through my skin; it tears through my muscles and engraves itself deeply into my bones. I had never been so terrified in my whole life.

No.. no.. no.

The words are stuck in my head like a broken record. I close my eyes and mumble a quick prayer with the hope that the scene before me would magically disappear.

My eyes flutter open when the roof groans in protest. The frightening sight before me causes wave after wave of fear to course through my body. I shudder as I throw my hands over my head and shrivel into myself; shoulders hunched, hips and knees bent.

My body doles out buckets of sweat to help it cool down. But the moisture sizzles and vaporizes within seconds. My lips itch and crack with the dryness, and I lick and lick... and nothing. My throat feels swollen and rough. I can't even swallow.

It was useless.

A wasted effort. One that leaves me feeling like a dried prune.

Panic continues to devour all rational thought and my stomach heaves in response. I slap a hand against my mouth and look around. There had to be a way to escape. I knew it. But it was so hard to find in all the smoke and flames. Desperately, I continue my search. However, my eyes grow wider as the fire creeps closer. It eats away the floor; what was once beautifully polished walnut hardwood was now, nothing more than an angry red pit. The curtains are transformed from their pastel green to tendrils of orange; bits and pieces of burnt fabric floated down.

Helpless, I can do not much more than watch as the furniture mutates into unidentifiable piles of crackling and smoldering wood.

Something pops, and I swing around to face the noise.

The large windows I once admired, look back at me; grotesque in the way they concave and convex with the heat.

The reflect

gin to lick at my feet, I use what's left of my energy to raise myself to the ledge.

Rolling myself over, I let go.

Shards of hot glass dig into my side and my legs, but I don't care.

I'm out. I'm free!

I crawl away from the burning house, stopping only long enough to gulp down large mouthfuls of clean air.

When the distance feels safe, I stop moving and hug the grass; relieved but exhausted.

I close my eyes. Just for a minute, I tell myself. I need to rest for a minute.


Vigorous shaking awakes me.

Blinking away the sleep, I look into the kind eyes of a woman. Her expression betrays her curiosity. She says something, but I don't understand her language. I look behind her and there stand a few more women. Their expressions are similar.

As I sit up, I take in my surroundings. The last thing I remember was going to sleep in my bed. And now, I'm out in the garden.

Did I spend the night here? If so, did I sleepwalk? Those bits I cannot remember. What I do remember, is the nightmare. It had felt so real!

"Bollocks, " I mutter as I get up. There's no time to figure that out. Right now, I need these women to stop staring at me like I was some kind of freak!

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