Cold Night Air (#2)

I was stuck. The metal mesh above the fireplace was stopping my miraculous escape for the now burning house that used to be my own. I panicked. Smoke was filling up my lungs. I needed to break the metal beneath me, but didn't know how. I tried kicking it with my leg but it wouldn't budge. The metal was thick but rusty, and would hopefully give way eventually; but I didn't have time for hope. I thrashed it with all my might, yet it only creaked slightly. I saw something sticking out awkwardly in the side. I had broken of a small stick of metal. Not perfect, but good enough. I used it to try to lever the mesh downwards by sticking it through a gap in the side. It was working. The metal gate was slowly slipping. I slammed down on it hard a second time and it finally gave up. I fell through the gap; I fell into fire.

I was first in awe and shock, then blinded by smoke, and finally in absolute pain. My left arm was resting on the blazing carpet and I seemed to have cut my leg on a spire in the fireplace. The cut was long and deep, and I wasn't sure if I could walk. Smoke was drowning me. I had to leave the house. I looked towards the front door, only to find it was engulfed and surrounded by fire. I though I was trapped, until I remembered the garden.

When I was 4, I was with my babysitter one day, I got really angry about something, something about my toy rabbit... I can't remember now... But she left me, strapped to the buggy, facing the glass walls leading into the garden. I cried and cried but I couldn't get her attention, so I grabbed my favourite kids book and chucked it at the massive window. It certainly got her attention alright, as well as the ambulances'. I thought about trying that stunt again. I picked myself up onto all fours and looked around for something heavy, but everything was on fire or burnt out. Then I remembered the mechanism tucked into the waistband of my ripped jeans. I pulled it out and aimed at the glass. My first shot hit the light bulb on the ceiling. I was shocked by the sheer power of a small machine. I had to try again. This time I was lucky. The glass shattered top to bottom and I started sprinting towards it. Don't EVER try this at home. I was lucky to survive. I had shards of broken glass stuck in my skin and I was bleeding badly. But I was out. Out
But with nowhere to go.