Terror of the Flames.

Something isn't right. I feel like I'm deaf. No, not deaf, like I'm under water. Every sound is distant and muffled. Still, something more is wrong. I am suddenly afraid, terrified. What could be happening? I open my door and a wave of intense heat knocks me back. I can hear again - the alarms, the screams, the crackling of the fire's hungry voice. Emerging from the flames I see a figure, a silhouette holding a knife, making his way towards me. A scream escapes my lips as I fling the door shut.  Where is my knife? I run, search, scared. I forget to breathe. Where is it? There's no time, I hear him at the door. As it opens I race toward the window, flinging it open. I feel the frosted air on my face, I'll be safe once I get out, I just have to run. Hope makes my heart skip a beat, but it skips another when I feel the hot hand on my leg, pulling me roughly back through the window, away from life. I roll over and see his face. That face that will never leave me. It's horrifying, terrifying, and I am so scared I can't even scream. I see the knife and kick out as hard as I can. A hit, square in the chin. As he reels I scurry back towards safety, feeling the cool air on my face again.But still, I'm not fast enough, I'm never fast enough.He finds a hold on my leg once again and I try to scream. Nothing comes out, I'm just being pulled in again. I feel his blade in me, cutting deep into my back. It's searing hot, the blade of the devil. He pulls it out and I turn to face him again. Not for long though. I barely have enough time to shed a tear before his blade slams down through my skull.

And I wake up.My heart is racing in my chest, pounding away as if it meant to break through my ribs. I cannot breath, and I do my best to not scream. The "not scream" part gets easier with every time I wake up from this terror playing out in my skull, behind my closed lids. I fear, now, that it wont stop.