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A story idea

Despair surges through me as I race down the worn trail. I could smell the smoke, and see the flames above the trees.

Something must have gone wrong at home. Maybe one of the chefs left the stove on. Maybe a fuse leaked.

All I knew was that my home was on fire. And my family was still inside. I slam my tiny body into the front door, flinching as the knob exploded. I was sweating due to the close proximity of the flames.

"Mother! Father! John!" I desperately called my family. There was no response.

I run up the stairs, aiming for my little brothers room. My eyes widen as a wall of flames blocked my path. I could hear choked cries from his room and weak coughing. I had to save him.

I charge through the flames, the heat licking at my flesh, burning it. I scream, but keep going, throwing off my vest which had caught flame. I shove the door to John's room open, and rush inside. The smoke in the air was thick, and I hurried to my brother.

He was two, and tiny. I pick him up, hugging him to my chest. I'm expecting him to hug me back, but for some reason, he is still as stone.

He isn't breathing. Panic surges through me and I press on his chest, trying to do something, anything to help.

It wasn't working! Why wasn't it working!! I place my mouth on his, trying to force him to breath. I hear a weak cough, and John shudders. I pick him up and run out of the room.

I can't carry John through the flames, so I would have to find another way out. I run down the hallway, ignoring the ache in my burned legs, and slide precariously down the railing of one of the many staircases.

I remember the secret hideaway Mother and Father showed me a long time ago for emergencies. It's in the storage room on the first floor. I continue moving, flinching as a chandelier falls and I'm peppered with broken glass as it smashed into the floor.

I see the storage room and run inside. It's cool, and my burns feel momentary relief. Stone didn't burn. I slip John into the hideaway and leave.

I had to find Mother and Father!