OliviaHeart

    I woke up to my phone screaming at me in it’s annoying high pitched shrill. The kind of noise that when heard early enough in the morning, makes me want to shoot it with my Glock. When I woke up enough to answer it, I heard the voice of our analyst, Meaghan, talking enthusiastically about her findings on the case. Meaghan was a small petite girl, with brown hair and light blue eyes. She was likeable person, always full of enthusiasm and energy. I have always considered her a friend, and would invite her to activities on occasion. I grumbled that I would be there soon, and got out of bed. I pulled on some pants and shoes and grabbed

Fire was raging all around her. Filling her lungs with smoke. She couldn’t breathe, every attempt at breathing made her weaker. She was trying to find a way out, but she couldn’t seem to find one. With every step her feet got heavier, her breathing more shallow, she had to get out of here. She called out for help, but it seemed like no one heard her. How long had she been in here? 10 minutes? An hour? She couldn’t tell, but it seemed like eternity. After wondering for what seemed like forever, her lungs and legs couldn’t do it anymore, and she collapsed, her entire world fading to black.   She vaguely remembered being

I reached out my hand slowly, it hurt to move it even an inch, but I endured the pain.  I was badly burnt from the inside out, but then again, that's what happens when you inhale flames.  My sister Sophie was lying next to me unscathed, my sacrifice keeping her blonde curls and fair skin beautiful, and untouched by flames.  She was lying there panting and crying, unable to move.  I touched her face and a sharp pain erupted through me, as if I just received an electric shock lined with barbed wire.  I retracted my hand quickly, causing another burst of pain.  Sophie continued to cry, stuck in her own immovable prison that was her body, unable