House Fire: Part One (first attempt at story writing; Feedback much appreciated

Instructions

You wake up to sound of a smoke alarm going off The smoke is suffocating your insides, it's impossible to scream for help Then again that's all that you've tried to do, but all it does is poison your lungs more. Your breath becomes more baited and your vision more blurry You're on the verge of collapse with no other way out but to barge through one of the two doors You can hide in the closet and hope the fire spreads away from you Or you can barge through the door and pray there's nothing there and it's all a false alarm "Does it feel fake? The smoke, the heat, the burning sensation along your legs and your arms?" you hear something in the back of your mind say "Of course but maybe it's an over reaction, it can't be that bad!" you try to choke out, the sound of your heart is adding rhythmic beats to the alarming sense of collapse "It's only one more! It can't hurt that bad can it? Make your suffering go away!" the voice grows louder, your vision goes red as you try to stay on your knees, clutching your chest The crescendo of conflict starts to swirl as the walls begin to melt, "I'm trying my best! I've come so far!" you manage to wheeze out between your breathing, sweat beading down your face like heavy hail, the burning of want turning into a chillling need "So close and yet so far, we'll never make it! Just take the hit and be done!" "It's a temporary relief! And you don't control me! I define who I am!!!" "We are one! Take the hit!!!!" You look down with blurred vision, eyes bloodshot, the fire has now burned down your door and is slowly creeping to you The voice booms "DO IT!! DO IT NOW!!" As your shaking hands slowly move to your vial of nuerotoxic gas designed to numb your pain and you press the mouth piece to your lips You start to move a trembling finger to the release button when *tap* You look up at your window Window? You forgot you had a window... so wrapped up in the need for release that the *tap* Acorns tapping the tainted glass The fire stops where it's at, the voice a thundering echo "TAKE...THE...HIT!" You look at the window and back at the vial, a voice coming through "that won't be necessary" it's not from your head In the door way is a masked figure. You don't know them yet you swear you've met them a long time ago Is it a man or a woman? it's unclear with the vertigo "take my hand!" they call out "you'll burn" you call back "not as much as you will now if you don't trust me even if trust is what you lack" "I don't know you!" "But I know you! You're better than this!" You look at the fire on your left side with the vial in hand, the mechanical container letting out a small hiss "it's just one time" "Thats what you told everyone last time" "Last... time?" You don't recall a 'last time' "If you don't want my hand... then take my breathilizer, it's not much, but it'll make breathing easier" they take off the breathilizer and toss it to you *clattering of plastic and metal* "breathe. take your time out of this, that fire is coming from your breath" You remember waking up panicked, the fire and smoke expanding in sync with the expansion of your lungs You look at your fiery arm and see the vial in hand with the breathilizer in your other hand So you make your choice... and take a deep breath, and press the object to your mouth, and take a long inhale... (Part 2 coming soon)