EVELYN'S POV
"It's okay, come on out!" Marcel retorted, yelling at the top of his lungs. He yanked me by my arms before spraying the extinguisher into the room.
I remained at the doorstep, taking loud breaths with my eyes pinned against the horrid image before me. The entire room had been set on fire.
Why have I done it?.
"You okay?" Marcel asked, and I watched as his eyes danced curiously over my body with his hands inspecting every inch of my skin. He was worried; I had seen him when he woke me; he was panic-stricken.
"The room... I did this." I muttered; my lips were shaky as I spoke, and my eyes glanced around- the mirror, the entire room. It wasn't a dream; I was not dreaming. It wasn't burned by a bit; it stood upright in the middle of the room.
"It's okay; let's
