Liv
The wrenching feeling never went away. Seeing the flames grow more and more. No matter how much water they pour on the roof, the flames grew. And so did the pain over pain. “Please, please! My parents! They’re in there!” I plead. I was caught by a firefighter. Trying to run into the flames to save them.
“Ma’am I can’t let you in. It’s not safe.” He said.
“I don’t give a damn! Someone needs to save them!” I yelled.
The man got on his radio and mutter words through. “Which room ma’am?” He asked.
“Upstairs on the far right.” I panted. The man holding me let go. Telling me it’ll be okay. But his words didn’t help the pain that scattered in me. The fear of losing my parents grew and grew with every flame.
“Please tell me they’re alive?” I whispered.
“They’re approaching the roo
