Fire. Smoke. Its hard to breath. I am choking. Where is mom? Dad? Am I alone? I start to cry wondering if I am going to die. * crashing sound * I stop for a moment to listen. Other than the crackling of flames. There are voices. Is it Mom, Dad? No. I can't tell who it is. I try to get out of my room. I only get to the door. I can't open it. The doorhandle is hot. *another crashing sound* My door is busted open by a falling beamer. Is it an answer to my silent prayer? No. It is luck. I get out of my room. All I see is flame. I hear a sound. What is it? Laughter? Yes. It is laughter. Who is laughing? He is laughing. I must get away from Him. All of a sudden a boy, no older than 11, comes and grabs me, taking me to somewhere I do not know. I cry out begging him to find my parents. He tells me there is a posibility they got out. I start to ball like the 3 year old I am, happy they got out safe. If only I knew then what I know now. The laughter has stopped for a moment. Someone is calling me. I try to call out an answer but, my throat is dry. I can't yell. Another silent prayer goes up to the heavens along with the smoke. I am blacking out. The last thing that I can remember is the laughter. The minacle laughter if Him. The man who killed my parents. Comming. Coming slowly. Coming to kill me as well. I will always remember the look of his evil face as he is waiting, watching, for the perfect moment to stain my white clothes and hair in cold blood . . . . . . . . . . .
( end of pt 1 )