The sky is set ablaze behind me. The heat is intense on my back and I can feel my heart stopping but I dont look back I want my last breaths to be on the ground. I have three words for you; third degree burns. I lay on my stomach and take deep breaths. The smoke arises and the closer it get the more enclosed I feel.
"Izzy," I mumble. I reach my hand out to the house. Popping sounds and then crashing of the house lead to flamings flying over me in a scare. Izzy is gone and its all because of my pyromaniac thoughts and emotions. Hot tears flow down my face. Pieces of my old house are every where and the grass is ablaze now too.
A few hours pass and some of the smoke clears. Flashing memories of the times the good and the bad that happened in that house. Izzy pronouncing our engagment to both of our folks, the picnic I held in memory of the baby we lost to cancer and this. My back still sizzles but I manage to get up anyway. I sway through the trees knowing my escape will be soon.
I lay on the side of a road half dead blood soaked in the back of my shirt. Cars have passed by but they haven't noticed me at all. I stand up and feel like all the blood has drained from my back. Heads light bllind me and I walk in the road. They press on their brakes and I fall to the ground. I scream in pain, I've landed on my back. A couple makes their way out of the car.
"Oh my god, Michael help me get him in the car!" A lady said."Sir, whats wrong?" I point at the smoke in the sky and daze off...No I shoot my eyes open I'm not going to die!, I say in my head.
"My back," I say through tears.
My eyes close, giving up thinking maybe I'll go to heaven I dont know but like K.C and the Sunshine band said:
I'm Your Boogie Man
That's What I Am
And I'm Here To Do
Whatever I Can
Maybe be I'll go to hell too.....
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