The sound of the fire alarm startled me awake. I looked around my room, confused. It took awhile for my mind to realize what was going on. Jumping out of bed, I stumbled around in the dark towards the door. The smoke was already seeping through and I covered my nose and mouth in an effort to filter the air. The door knob was hot and it burned my hand as I tried to turn it. I backed away, my mind spinning. How was I going to escape? The window. I ran over to it and looked down. It was 5 feet from the ground, I could jump. My room was now filled with smoke and it was almost impossible to breathe. I tried pushing the window open but it wouldn't budge. I pushed harder but it still wouldn't open. Then I remembered the handle. In all the excitement I had forgotten that it had one. Unfortunately for me, it had to be cranked. It seemed like forever before the window was wide enough for me to climb through. Taking one last look at my room, I jumped. I landed hard on my ankles and cringed from the stinging sensation, but at least I was alive. The air was frigid and the wind was howling as I crawled towards the sidewalk. People were starting to gather around to look at my burning house. I could hear the sound of the sirens coming from the fire trucks down the street. They pulled up along the sidewalk and brought out their long hose. I sat there, watching in awe. Suddenly the roof collapsed and the flames rose high in the air. Someone put a jacket around me but I didn't notice, nor cared. All my childhood memories were gone. All my clothes and favourite CDs. Even the teddy bear I had since I was 5 years old. All gone in a matter of minutes. It didn't seem real to me. It had to be a dream, a really bad dream. Any second now I was going to wake up and laugh it off. But that second didn't come. I was still sitting on the sidewalk watching my life disappear right before my eyes. The firemen managed to put out the fire eventually. Time seemed to stand still so I wasn't sure exactly how long it took. Paramedics arrived on the scene not long after. I didn't know why they were here, I wasn't hurt. At least I didn't think I was. I looked down at my body to make sure. Other than the ache in my feet, I was fine. They came out with two stretchers, both had sheets on them with something lumpy underneath. They loaded them into the ambulance as I watched. I noticed a police officer coming towards me. He ushered me over to his car and I climbed inside. I was too out of it to protest. We drove away from the turmoil. I closed my eyes and tried to forget what had happened. "Emily," I heard someone say. It must have been the officer. His voice faded away as I drifted off into my own safe world…