QuinnKitty

Crackle. Sounds of scorching flames crackling against wood could be heard in the near distance. The smell of firewood passed through her nasal passageways. Am I outside? Did I go camping? She wondered to herself. Suddenly she felt the urge to open her eyes. As if something in her brain was screaming for her to open her eyes. Her eyelids ascended, her emerald green eyes flew open. Her pupils became dilated in fear. The entire room was engulfed in flames. The air was stiff. Humid even. She could barely even breath without feeling her throat tightening. She laid on her chest on the floor not at all far from the fire. Coughing due to how thick th