I'm scared awake by a sound coming from my living room and I know that it can't be my parents or brother because they're asleep after a long day at the beach celebrating my 16th birthday. I throw back the covers and start to panic, thinking quickly I run to my closet and close the door, hoping that whoever or whatever is downstairs doesn't come up to my room.

I take deep breath, it's been almost 10 minutes now, maybe I was hearing things, I opened the door to my closet and saw that smoke was coming in through the bottom of my bedroom door, I try to open it but find the door knob too hot to touch, thinking as quickly as I can, I grab my cell phone and jump out my bedroom window, thankfully my bedroom is on the main floor.

Once I get outside I immediately call 911:
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Please send help! I heard a noise in my living room and then my house caught on fire and my family is in there!" I tried to get out as quickly and clearly as possible.
"Alright, try to stay clam sweetheart, help is on the way, I can stay on the phone with you until help comes if you'd like," the call dispatcher offered sweetly.
"Yes, please," I barely managed to whisper.
"Okay, what's your name, honey?" The call taker asked softly
"My name is Annaleigh, Annaleigh Evans." I replied meekly.
"That's such a pretty name! My name is Carol" she said soothingly. I started to hear sirens and she said that I was safe now and to listen to the people who come and help me.
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I jolted awake in m bedroom, disoriented with my pajamas sticking to me from sweat, I've been having that same nightmare on and off since it actually happened a year ago. I slowly got up to go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror and saw that my blue hair was a mess along with some makeup from yesterday streaked out around my brown eyes and down to my cheekbones trying to avoid the thought of that the razors that were under the sink would be able to help me release all the anger and sadness.
I washed my face to get rid of the makeup and attempt to distract myself, I promised Vic that I would never cut again. I looked at myself in the mirror and said "Annaleigh, you don't need this just breathe. I decided that I wasn't going to be able to sleep anymore. I walked downstairs to look go watch some t.v. or a movie and noted that it was 7:00 in the morning, my aunt had already left for work, so I didn't have to worry about accidentally waking her. I pulled out my phone to text Vic, hoping that he was up.
"Hey, Viccy." He responded almost instantaneously.
"Hey, Annabear, what's wrong sweetheart?"
"I had the dream again, it all felt so real, I'm trying so hard, Viccy" I replied trying not to start crying.
"I'm on my way to your place now, don't do anything you'll regret before I get there, please Annabear." He replied quickly.
"I won't." I sent off quickly as I headed to the front door of my aunt's house- it doesn't feel anything like home to me, none of my loved ones are here, I'm grateful that my aunt tool me in, but she's never home- and unlocked the door, Vic should be here any minute, he just lives down the street with his family, who were basically my second family, I loved them all to bits, but Vic and I are the same age, so we just made friends easier and are basically attached at the hip ever since I moved in just over a year ago.

I heard knock on the door and Vic walked in still wearing pajama pants, I looked up to see his medium length wavy hair a mess from sleep, and chocolate brown eyes looking down on me with concern.

Notes

I think I will end it there for now until I can find out if you guys are liking this or not! Please, pleas, please leave a comment and let me know what you liked and didn't like, this is my first fan fiction! I hope you guys like it!! This is also on my Mibba account : musicmakesmyhrtbeat and my wattpad account MusicMakesMyHrtBeat, so you can check it out there as well
~Rachael