Good morning
It was mid-June on a Monday morning, I believe it was 12:30 when I awoke to the smell of smoke, I looked around but all I could see was red and the roaring flames. “What’s happening!?” I remember my boss telling me that I had to stay after to work on a presentation, for a meeting the next day. I jump up from my work desk frantically running to find an exit, I spot one and run towards it as fast as I can but right before I can push it to escape one of the supporting beams fell. I jumped out of the way just before I was crushed. I was on the sixth floor so jumping wasn’t an option. I can feel my body getting weaker from breathing in all of this smoke. I get low to the ground and use my shirt to help me breathe a little better.
I get back to my desk and start looking for my phone to call for help, I open up my phone to see one missed call from an unknown number and a message along with it. I call 911, tell them my location, and that the exits are blocked. They said that they would be right there but I’m not stupid, I know they won't make it in time and I would die here. I take another look at my phone, and open my contacts to see who I needed to call to say goodbye. “Of course, there is no one to call I’m going to die alone.” I open up my voice mail to listen to the message and hear, “Hello Ella, right now you are probably thinking that you are going to die and you will. You see I have been watching you for a while now and I know that by killing you no one will miss you, so in a way, I’m saving you from being lonely. Give a hello to whoever you see in the afterlife for me.”
The message ends and I feel sick to my stomach. “What did I ever do to them? why me? I’m just trying to live out my life like any other human being.” I can feel the heat of the flames, it hurts. The smoke is filling up my lungs I can barely breathe. I could feel my consciousness fading in and out until nothing, all I could see now was darkness for miles. “Hey are you alright?” an unfamiliar voice said. Was I saved just in time, did I really make it out? I thought to myself. I could feel tears form in my eyes. I open my eyes just a little bit but my vision is blurry. “Yah I’m fine, but I can’t see.” “Yeah, that happens when you die in a fire.” “Oh, I can understand that.” Wait I … died.
