I know it's long, but I wrote it, so please read it and give me your opinion.
Lying in bed, she awoke from the sun shining brightly through her window, flooding her room with the sign of morning. Emily sat up slowly and looked down at him. He was all she cared about. She watched him sleeping next to her for a few moments, then gently curled up close to him, lying her head on his chest. She felt the rise and fall as he breathed in deeply. She put her hand in his. She poured her eyes over the shape of their hands together. Her eyes brought her up his arm, watching the curves of his muscles. Soon she was brought to his neck. A good neck, supporting a beautiful face. She looked at his cheeks. His skin had a roughness to it, but was still soft to the touch. She wanted to run her hand along his arm, reaching his neck, then up higher, to place it on his face. Then she'd bring him forward and kiss him deeply.
After she came out of this fantasy, she realized her eyes had been transfixed on his lips. She looked up and saw that his eyes were open, watching her. She smiled softly and layed back down on his chest. She felt his hand touch her head and he ran his fingers through her hair a few times. She never wanted the moment to end.
After some time had passed, she heard something, like rattling, downstairs. She sat up, alert. At the same moment, he did too. They both got out of the bed and walked over to the door.
"Stay here," he said as he opened it. He walked out and closed the door. She stood anxiously.
Soon ten minutes had passed and she hadn't heard anything since the first rattling. Her worry and anxiety increased every second. After 5 more minutes, she couldn't bear it any longer and opened the door a crack. She peered out. Smoke was creeping up the steps. Apprehension sank deep inside her. She opened the door enough, and stepped out. As she walked down the steps, the smoke got thicker. It was like a cloud around her, a deadly cloud. It seemed to tell her that the thicker it got, the closer she was to hell, which had left the underworld, only to settle in her living room.
Breathing became tough. Her eyes started to water as the smoke fogged her sight. She could hear the fire. Then she could see it. Her kitchen was engulfed. The flames licked at the walls and the floor, making their way to the rest of the house. The devil himself was in those flames, eating up everything in sight. She watched the photos on the wall die away.
Reality then hit her. She yelled out his name, but he didn't answer. She yelled again. No answer. She started screaming it out, growing frantic.
She ran through the rooms that hadn't yet let the conflagration enter. Sweat dripped from her body and her vision blurred terribly from the smoke and tears, which were now pouring down her face.
Then she saw him.
He lay in the corner of an office, not far from the ever impending fire. He lay limp and umoving. She ran to him. When she got close enough to make him out clearly she screamed out and cried fiercly. Blood soiled every inch of his front. A knife lay sleekly in his hand. A gash on his chest proved the knife's purpose. Blood continued to leave his body. She tore off her shirt and pressed it hard against the wound. When she did so, he flinched in pain.
"They came in here.." it was hard for him to talk and he slurred the words as they came out. "Had a knife.. I tried to get away, but they just kept coming." He paused and breathed a few times. Emily's shirt was already completely red from his new spilling blood. She pressed harder. He flinched again and said, "..poured gasoline all over the kitchen.. then they set it on fire and left.." She wiped his sweaty face with her hand. He let out a long groan in pain. He added, "I tried. I tried to stop them.. I really did."
She said, "I know, I know you did." She let out a sob and looked away from him. "We have to get out of here. We have to go, now."
"I can't.." he said breathlessly.
"Yes you can, you have to!" She heard something collapse somewhere in the house. "C'mon we have to go!" She tried to lift him.
"I can't.. Emily.."
"No!" she sobbed. She started to pull him across the floor. "No, you have to!"
"Emily..." he said, "It's no use.. listen."
She stopped and he lay on the floor. She dropped to her knees and hugged his body. She bawled into his shoulder.
"No.." she cried, "no you can't leave me.."
"Emily.. " his breathing became sharp and the intakes were quick and low. "Emily I love you."
She cried profusely. "no... no...." she repeated into his shoulder.
"Go," he said and she felt the heaving of his chest cease. She raised herself and looked down at his lifeless body. Although the fire was so close, she felt a deep coldness and a chill ran down her spine.
"NO!" she screamed, "no! Come back to me! Come back!" She stood up and punched the wall. A hole appeared and she continued punching. She paused and looked at the door. She saw the flames licking to the inside of the room. She stared and watched it for a moment. It was getting nearer her love. A foot away it was from him before she turned. She ran to the end of the room where a window was. She opened it, crawled out and looked inside one last time. The flames had already taken over half the room.
She then ran a good ways away and sat under a tree. She cried, sobbed, bawled into her knees. She looked up with her red and tear stained face. The entire house was now in an envelope of flames. She marveled at the inferno. She watched the memories burn and thought of all she had lived through, with him, in that house. But it wasn't the house she felt deep injustice about, it was him. Him. She loved him so. More than anything else. The devil had creeped into her kitchen, slinked his way through her house uninvited and taken away all the happiness that ever exsisted for her. She felt hatred and loathing beyond anything she'd ever felt before. Watching her life burn away in minutes, she sat under that tree, thinking about the wrong being done. Thinking about the card fate had played her. Thinking about how everything was gone, he was gone and she can never get what she had back. She can never change anything. She sat and she thought about how she was completely, utterly, helpless.

11 Tigerers | Munchin'