Start of a rewrite of Fire's Escape (I wrote that 1-2 years ago...)

"Pyro! Are you okay?" My brother shouts.
"Yeah!" I yell back. I look down at the leg I recklessly broke. It feels like there's jagged ice shooting up my leg. I start to get up, but fall back down. Regret fills my chest to the brim. Seven years of that prison of a home I had to live in. Four more years of hiding from the police and living on the street as a pit-pocket. I just threw all of that away this morning.
I regret everything that I said. Every word...