“Come on! She’s gonna get you killed!” a girl said.
My shoulder crashed into a corner and I spun around, falling to the ground. I crawled along the floor, holding my trembling hand in front of me. When my fingers touched sheet rock, I followed it up, rising to my feet. The corner of a doorway materialized under my touch and I followed it into the next room.
The darkness was endless, but I willed away the panic, carefully keeping my footsteps straight, reaching out for the next wall. Several minutes passed by, and I felt the fear well up inside me as the wails from behind rung in my ears.
“Please,” I whispered in the blackness, “let this be the way out.”
I felt another corner of a doorway, and when I made my way through, a silver stream of light glowed before me. Moonlight filtered through the glass of the window, and a sob forced its way from my throat.
“T-TRENT! It’s here!” I called behind me. “TRENT!”
I squinted my eyes, seeing a tiny bit of movement in the distance. “Trent?” I called out, my heart beat fluttering wildly in my chest. Within moments, shadows danced against the walls, and my eyes widened with horror when I realized what I thought were people, was actually the flickering light of flames.
“Oh my God,” I said, looking up at the window. Travis had closed it behind us, and it was too high for me to reach.
I looked around for something to stand on. The room was lined with wooden furniture covered in white sheets. The same sheets that would feed the fire until the room turned into an inferno.
I grabbed a piece of white cloth, yanking it from a desk. Dust clouded around me as threw the sheet to the ground and lugged the bulky wood across the room to the space beneath the window. I shoved it next to the wall and climbed up, coughing with the smoke that was slowly seeping into the room. The window was still a few feet above me.
I grunted as I tried to shove it open, clumsily twisting the lock back and forth between each push. It wouldn’t budge.
“Come on, dammit!” I yelled, leaning into my arms.
I leaned back, using my body weight with the little momentum I could manage to force it open. When that didn’t work, I slid my nails under the edges, pulling until I thought my nails had pulled away from the skin. Light flashed from the corner of my eye, and I cried out when I saw the fire barreling down the white sheets lining the hallway I had traveled just moments before.
I looked up at the window, once again digging my nails into the edges. Blood dripped from my fingertips, the metal edges sinking into my flesh. Instinct overcame all other senses, and my hands balled into fists, ramming into the glass. A small crack splintered across the pane, along with my blood smearing and spattering with each blow.
I hammered the glass once more with my fist, and then pulled off my shoe, slamming it with full force. Sirens wailed in the distance and I sobbed, beating my palms against the window. The rest of my life was just a few inches away, on the other side of the glass. I clawed at the edges once more, and then began slapping the glass with both palms.
“HELP ME!” I screamed, seeing the flames draw nearer. “SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
A faint cough sputtered behind me. “Pigeon?”
I flipped around to the familiar voice. Travis appeared in a doorway behind me, his face and clothes covered in soot.
“TRAVIS!” I cried. I scrambled off the desk and ran across the floor to where he stood, exhausted and filthy.
I slammed into him, and he wrapped his arms around me, coughing as he gasped for air. His hands grabbed my cheeks.
“Where’s Trent?” he said, his voice raspy and weak.