Chapter SevenA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnShe dies...Chapter Seven I woke
up in a bedroom. It was a round room
that held nothing more than a huge bed, a trunk, a chair and table. Across the room stood a wooden armoire. It was spacious and quiet. Across the way, Gregor and another stood, whispering
near the window. Beside them a candle
burned, casting their shadows towards me.
I sat up as they turned to face me. “Why do you whisper?
“ “My child”, The
Expert said. “You are ill. There’s no sign of what ails you but you are
slightly burning with fever. I see no
markings on you but it would do well for you to stay in bed for the time being. I also aided your skin with aloe vera. The pain in your skin should cease shortly.” I didn’t like the
look of the experts face. What was wrong? Even Gregor appeared scared. This didn’t set well with me. I threw the covers back to swing my feet over
the side of the bed. “No Dearest!” Gregor ran to
the side of the bed and caught my feet before they touched the floor. Gently, he returned them underneath the
covers. “You must stay off of your
feet.” “No, I have to get
up and do… something.” “What must you do?” I stared at him
briefly, wondering just what it was I needed to do. “Uh, make dinner?” “Dinner?” Gregor and the Expert looked at one another
then back to me. “What is dinner?” “Did you eat already?” I more demanded than asked. What was wrong with them- didn’t they eat a
late meal? “Supper has been
served Dearest. Jonah is in bed
now. You have no need to be about.” It felt wrong to
just sit. It felt wrong to be in this
state. I had to do something…I. I had to, uh…
“Gutters” I forced. “Gu-gutters?” Gregor looked perplexed. “Olivia”, I sat at
attention. My name! He said my name was Olivia. Olivia?
“why don’t you relax while Gregor walks me out? Gregor.” The Expert, what the heck was his name, stared with
askance. He then looked to Gregor. “I’m not stupid you
know. You’re going to discuss me and I
think it should be done right here.” “Olivia, what has
gotten in to you?” Gregor looked stupefied. Evidently women didn’t speak with such
audaciousness. “Okay”, the Expert
said. “We do not wish to offend. I simply didn’t want to upset you.” I threw my feet over
the side of the bed again. “Why can’t I
remember anything?” “I believe you fell
from your horse and hit your head. Your
sickness will subside and you will return to normal. You must rest first.” “Sickness?” “Your lack of memory
Olivia.” He paused a moment before
continuing. “I noticed your surprise
when I addressed you. You didn’t even
recognize your name.” Busted. “Well, no.
No I didn’t. But I have no bump
on my head to back this theory up. Maybe
there’s something more.” Why did I say
that? The Expert then pulled back his
shoulders and took on an indignant look.
“Well then, my lady.” He walked to my
bedroom door and turned back to me. “Should
you desire my position as the village’s expert, please do inquire. Do not seek my aid then conclude your own
diagnosis. Good day.” He turned and was gone. I heard the downstairs doors open but only one
shut. He was hot. I kinda giggled and
looked to my, my husband Gregor. His
face was stone. He wasn’t happy. “Expert Humes was
rather cross, don’t you think?” I laughed and he
joined me. It felt good to laugh. It was the best thing I’d done since waking
up, other than finding out that this handsome man was my husband. Now to find out what my precarious situation
was all about. Who am I? *** The morning was
beautiful. The sun was bright and had my
room lit completely. A smokey, cool breeze
wafted in, as well as the sounds of laughter.
There were people outside. I sat up and
concentrated. There was laughter. The sound of menacing, cruel laughter played but
there was something else; a sound of a continuous roaring wave. I jumped out of bed,
my bare feet hitting the floor of the small, two-storied home. That’s when I felt the heat. The floor was really warm, too warm. I opened my bedroom
door and a thick cloud of billowing smoke forced its way in, like a upsurge! The house was on fire! On reaction, I slammed the door shut. What was I to do? I didn’t know the layout of the place! And where was the boy? Was he safe and
where was my Gregor? I was feeling the
rise of panic from my gut but decided to hold it off. I had to get out and find them. I opened the door and leaned down low. Quickly, I ran to my
bed and yanked the sheet off. I balled
it and placed over my face, allowing me to see- what little view I had. I dropped to my
knees and began feeling along the wall. Was there another room up here? Slowly I crept, trying to breathe lightly to
avoid inhalation. My knees scraped
terribly as I made my way. I couldn’t
believe how dark it was for such a bright morning. I couldn’t see anything in front of me, other
than an inch or two of the floor. I came across a
doorway. The door was open. I crawled inside, just crawling with the
hopes of hitting something. Finally I
did. I hit a wall. Again, I crawled as fast as I could, seeking
a bedpost or something. What was the boy’s
name again? “Jonah!” I croaked while the smoke seeped into my
lungs. The floor was getting hot and I
didn’t know how much longer I had before I allowed the fear to take over and I
got to my feet to run. cough cough Over to my right, I
heard coughing- he was still in here! ‘God help me’, I prayed. Quickly, I made my way in the darkness. My reach landed my hands on the soft cushion
of the bed mattress. A foot. I found my son! I called out his
name but got nothing response. I didn’t
wait to see if he was breathing or not; I pulled him down to the floor with me
and I did my best to drag him along while I sought the doorway. The heat was
intense. In the hallway I found my way
slowly, creeping and barely breathing. I
couldn’t see anything but not due to the smoke.
I kept my eyes squeezed shut so tightly; I all they did was water and
ache. When I found the
short staircase, I flopped down as cautiously and hurriedly as one could, with
a kid slung a shoulder. When I reached
the bottom, I saw the fire. It was everywhere
but nowhere! I could see red flickering
amidst the rolling black. It was
frightening; everywhere I turned to step, a flame flickered in my direction. I had no clue on which way to go. I moved carefully, squinting through teary
lashes. It hurt so much. Once I’d moved
enough to the front doors, I saw light pushing through the smoke. It looked like a hazy rectangle, the light at
the end of the tunnel! I made my way
forward, calling out to Gregor. I hadn’t
tripped over anything or anyone. With
any luck, he was outside trying to put out the blaze. The laughter I’d
heard earlier shoved through the smolder.
There was no way a man like Gregor would stand outside and watch his
family burn, would he? Could he? I didn’t know him. Nero watched Rome burn but he was crazy. He had an excuse. Gregor wasn’t crazy. There was no way. Jonah’s body was
beginning to feel substantial. I walked
on feet that were more than singed. They
were trying to bleed but the blood was pretty much being cooked against the
floor. Each step was excruciating. Breathing was next to impossible. And visibility was pretty much next to
nothing. So I lowered to my
hands and knees and slowly crept towards the glowing rectangle before me. I knew that it led to the outside but I couldn’t
tell how long before we reached it. Jonah’s head was
barely above the floor. His body
straddled mine; dragging both his hands and feet across the baking surface. I was about halfway to the doorway when a
loud cracking sound began behind us. I turned my head to
check but I couldn’t see anything. The
smoke and Jonah’s body blocked assessment.
Once the cracking grew in crescendo, I then saw a billowing roar of fire
flared out at us and the entire floor rumbled through the black haze. The second floor fell. It was so loud that
for a moment, the roar of the fire was drowned out. It brought a rush of burning heat in our
direction, causing me to scream out in pain.
My hands, arms and feet were burned.
I could feel blisters begin. I
realized that I was about to burn to death.
If I didn’t die of smoke inhalation. I worried about
Jonah, an innocent, little boy who may be dead already. On my back, he was heavier than any
grown-up. I turned back to the doorway
and began to crawl at a faster snails pace.
I cried while crawling blind. Every inhale was
burning to my lungs and the flames were burning our skin. I was literally being roasted alive and I
couldn’t do anything about it. Hang on Jonah, I said to myself.
God… I took a choking breath and cried out, “Help!” I coughed three long times and stole a chance
again. “Help us!” “Olivia!” Gregor called to
me. I heard the pain in his voice but
couldn’t see him anywhere. I coughed
again, making it to the doorway. “Gregor, help me!” The roaring fire was
so loud. I didn’t hear Gregor anymore
but that didn’t stop me from making my way to the door. As I crawled, the
smoke grew thin. I was beginning to see
shapes outside. Even the air was
lighter, making it easier for me to breathe.
I only prayed it wasn’t too late for Jonah. He hadn’t made a sound or moved the entire
time. “Olivia! Jonah, this way!” I looked up and saw figures in the front. I had made it to the doorway! I moved, what I felt was quickly but it was
more like slow motion. Each move was agonizing
and breathing came in short gusts but I moved through the doorway. Before me, I saw
Gregor on his knees. He had his arms
behind his back, like he’d been cuffed.
He was on his knees before some men. His face had been
beaten. There was blood and bruises all
over his face and arms. His hair was
sweaty and matted where he’d obviously received a head wound. His eyes were wide in terror and tears ran,
streaking this soot-covered face. Around him were
about eight men. It could be less but my
eyes were barely able to register my husband.
They were standing about, laughing.
Laughing at my beaten and broken husband. Laughing at my son and me. When I got about
halfway through the second doorway, I reached out to my husband. I fell on my stomach, no longer strong enough
to carry my son and I through. I was
lost. My son was probably dead and my
heart ached with sadness. My husband was
before me, before my eyes but so far away. “Gregor”, I cried
while choking. I continued to reach for
him as a man walked up beside my husband.
A tall, big man who looked familiar. He grinned at Gregor
and then looked to me. It was the
Expert. Quakes of shock, fear, anger and
rage shot through me. “Olivia!” Gregor croaked. He could barely call to me; his voice was
ravaged from screaming to me. He was so
hoarse that he sounded pathetic but pain and fear can do that to you. More cracking and
thundering. Another billowing cloud of
smoke flew past me, making my view darken.
When I could begin to see my husband again, I felt a horrible
agony. White hot. I was on fire. I looked behind me
just as I heard Gregor call out to me again.
I was on fire! My son’s body was
engulfed and I couldn’t move to help him.
My lower half was trapped under a portion of the roof. I tried to scream,
more from shock than pain but I couldn’t.
I began choking from the smoke again.
The coughing was awful. “Please God- My son! Please help
us…” I looked to my husband who was trying to rush to us but the men
wouldn’t let him go. He watched,
terror-stricken. The Expert backhanded
Gregor, dropping him onto his side. The pain in my body
became unbearable. I laid down and
cried. I cried for the boy on my back
that I didn’t know, who was now engulfed by flames. I cried for the man, my husband Gregor who
had to watch this terrible event. I then
cried for God to save our souls. I blacked out and
saw no more. © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, MOAboutMy name is Alyssa and I am a Domestic Homeschool Engineer. I like to write, leaving some details to the reader's imagination. I describe but do not wish to over-indulge. Many things are best when l.. more..Writing
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