Hell.

If there's one thing that's enough to portray this scene in front of me is hell.

Fire filled my entire vision and screaming is echoing through my eardrums repeating itself inside my head.

And all of that happen while I'm walking through this so-called hell. If anything it was the heat that's causing my vision to become hazy and blurry when I was walking.

Maybe I should consider myself lucky that I don't have to really see the detailed process of everyone around me dying?

Yeah I must be really lucky to not be "devoured" by this fire.

The whole town was burning and it was really hard to not breathe in the smoke.

I walk around away from my destroyed house, intending to search for my parents.

The instant I was outside though, I could see it clearly even though I'm still a child I know that this kind of things is...

Everyone around me die.

Maddening.

I've always told by my father to not do any harm to other people if you don't really have any clear reason, and my mother told me to always help people in need.

That's the reason why I think that this kind of scenery is maddening.

Everything that I learned in my life was thrown outside of the window and the reality turned upside down for me the moment this scenery was engraved inside the deepest part of my mind.

It's like the fire itself is alive.

It seeks any living beings, buildings, even the smallest of ant can't even escape. It devours anything that was in range and eat the target without any feeling even though the movement of the fire is like a sentient beings.

The fire eats away the person, their belongings, their family, and themselves. I was walking around this place aimlessly trying to find some place where the heat is not so strong like in here, as I was walking though I could feel the blistering heat on my skin as the fire tried so hard to kill me.

The fire filled my field of view everywhere I walk, one thought came across my mind when my surrounding is filled with so much fire that it was hard to even see forward with so much smoke and fire. Like how I first learn to walk, I walk very carefully as to not stepping on the fire.

It was hot.

The sound volume that's made from my shoes each time I walk is not even comparable to the scream and cry that's ringing in my head. I was walking forward trying so hard to search for my parents but when I've gotten out from one of the ruined down building…

I could hear the crackling sound from the fire as I watched the person in front of me died while trying to save other people.

I see a group of family trying to run away only to find that one of them is already die without they even knowing, and when they already figure out the loss of one of their members, they already surrounded by fire and die.

A pair of which seems like couple of man and woman is also running away and when they realized that they can't run in this sea of fire, the man throw away the woman in the sea of fire to create the path for himself to run, for a moment I thought I saw him smile only to find that in less than second the smile faded from his face as his previous action caused his demise when the almost dying woman grabbed his feet and both of them died.

A boy was stuck in the rubble of building while screaming loudly at the man who's trying to help him get away from rubble, the man was strong enough to lift a few rubbles on the boy's body and when they finished escaping they was already surrounded by the fire, ending their life.

And that's when I realized…

No one is going to save me.

Not even my parents, why?

Because they surely must have die in this place like the others around me.

People trying to save others and both of them dying in process of doing so. People trying so hard to save others or themselves and die while doing that. I could do nothing to save or help person in this state of mine.

I hate that.

Unfortunately for me though. Life didn't grant my wishes even if I wish for this fire to be undone, for this tragedy to be undone, for my peaceful life to come back.

But reality is not so easy for me.

There's a black scorched thing that was stuck in the rubbles of fallen house, the thing is large enough for it to be a human being which I discover was a real human as it screamed with its broken throat at me, a broken voice that I can't even recognize as human and yet still knowing that this person want someone to help him/her.

And not only there's one, but there's other people screaming at their surroundings. Some is the one who I assumed has gone crazy as they laughed in the middle of fire while standing in middle of fire not doing anything as the fire eat away their life.

Some is the one who's screaming at the world and cursing those around them for bringing this "hell". Some is the one who's screaming for help, some children around the same age of me is crying like me while running – though it looks like walking slowly since their legs did not even serve its function to support the body as some children falls while crying – and there's a children who's trying to run away searching for their parents only to find that no one is going to come.

And yet I still walk.

Ignoring all of them, ignoring all of they cry, ignoring all of their pleas, ignoring all of their screaming, I run toward some place where I can cool myself down. I close my ears with my hands trying so hard to ignore the other people sound.

And yet even with all of that I can't escape as I fall to the ground which seems like I was pulled by the gravity of the earth as my legs finally broke down and finished its job.

The fire comes at me trying to eat me away and yet there's still one thing that's lingering in my mind when the living fire comes at me slowly. I want to live, I want to live and escape from this place, want to live so that I can survive and see another day, want to live so that I could–.

But my mind is finally at its breaking point as my small body can't even register the pain when the fire is going to crawling through my body from my feet.

And yet due to some miracle I managed to stand again.

It's not a miracle though, if only it was just some means to prolonging my life for some seconds or if I'm lucky, one minute at most is the time I estimated with my broken mind while at the same time trying to figure out how to escape from this place.

The sole of my shoes has a small burning mark - which I know was from the fall before - and was scorched black a bit because of the fire but fortunately it didn't completely burned. I don't know what I will do if I didn't have shoes because surely my feet would be dead the moment it touched the current heat of the ground.

If there's one thing that I know even as a child is the fact that I cannot escape this place if I don't somehow pull out some miracle.

So I walk, I walk through this hell once again, but alas my feet didn't last long until my body falls in which seems like the next building from where I fall previously.

And yet with all of that I stand again trying to deny the fact that I will die.

"*Sob*"

Tears finally broke down from my eyes as I feel some water streaming down from my face. I practically could hear my sobbing even with all people screaming and yet, I know that crying will not solve anything – was what's taught by my parents – so I rubbed my watery eyes and cleaned my eyes.

I walk again this time with more broken body than the previous try.

Everytime I breaths with my broken lungs it feels like I was breathing a poisoning smoke as my life is eaten away bit by bit. When I walk with my broken legs my sense of pain which can't even register the pain anymore – which I'm grateful for – is also being eaten as I cannot even know that my naked feet touched the ground.

My organs still managed to work, I can still hear the screaming from people around me which means that my ears and my sense of hearing is still working, I still hear my heartbeat from my body. My eye which is still blurry with tears can still see my surrounding as I walked away from this place.

I could smell the stench of people's corpse and the heat of fire through my nostrils. My five senses is still working since I can still feel the heat of the fire through my skin meaning that I still could feel pain.

I walked again not even noticing about the fact that I couldn't feel my feets anymore from few moment ago.

"hElp… Me.."

I hears other people plea despite I have closed my ears with my hands. I glanced downward and seen a middle aged woman who've her legs burned into black crisp, she extended her hand toward me. Maybe she was hoping that I will help her?

And yet I ignore her and avoided her range of arm and in not even a minute has passed after I passed her, she died.

Because of that many thought came to my mind about how the woman before me died.

Will I die like her too? Like how everyone around me died? Will I die without knowing what the future hold for me?

My train of thought stopped as I fall again, dumbfounded at the fact that my feet is already beyond saving.

At that time I accepted my demise as the fire already on its way for me.

And for the first time in my life I see a black thing swirling around on the sky when I look up. It was black in color and round in shape – No, it's not even a shape. When one looks at it from afar one will see a black round thing flying on the sky.

But it's not, it's not a shape and it's most certainly not a sun.

It was a hole.

Something has pierced and leaves a hole in the sky.

My thought strayed off from path as I realized that I was still in life and death situation where I will die after this. Not waking up again, not seeing another day, and most certainly not even knowing what caused this fire which made me worried because this fire no matter how one look at it, is not natural.

I reach out my hand to the sky and looking at the hole in the sky, I couldn't help but think that somehow the hole is connected with this fire. I feel like I was one step away from the truth but unfortunately my fate stopped short as death is approaching me.

I must have stopped crying because I can't even feel the tear from my eyes, either I don't care about my life anymore that I stopped crying or my eyes have been dried off because of the fire. I feel that it was the latter more than the former though.

I closed my eyes intending to end the pain that I've gone through and yet the fact that the fire is eating away my life didn't change and I didn't even know how I could survive through this hell if I don't managed to pull off some miracle.

No one see me die in this place.

No one cared as my memories of the people that I call "family" is being eaten away as well.

No one will save me.

And when I was done thinking, I couldn't think any hard things more in my state so I did the last thing I could. My body will die if I didn't do anything so maybe my action is because a small part of me really, really wanted to live so…

I trade my heart for my body.

I think it was simple. But even though I've done that, the best thing that will come out from this is that I was delaying my death for a few seconds. For the last time of my life, I reached out my hand to the hole intending to search through that hole, and maybe just maybe…

A miracle will occurs.

And then as if to answer my prayers, my hand was grasped by the other hand.

The fire that's on the way to eat my heart was stopped.

"You're alive? Hey, you're alive right?" A woman voice called out to me when my body is at its limit. I managed to fully open my eyelids to see the voice who give me some shred of hope in this middle of hell.

The one who called out to me was a woman in the middle of her twenties, she has chin-length blue hair and dark yellow eyes. Her skin is white and healthy which contrasting to her surrounding which is filled with scream and agony. Her uniform though is not on the same state as her skin her black coat is scorched a bit and tattered while her face was sprayed with a bit of blood.

She hugged me at that instant and seems to check my pulse to confirm if I was alive or not.

At that instant my body which is somehow still survived – I don't know maybe due to stroke of luck or something – waking up by instinct, my will to live becomes more strong as I resisted the fire that's still trying to kill me.

"*Cough*" I managed to let out a cough to let the woman know that I'm still alive, although I described it as a cough instead of a cough the sound that came out from my burned throat was like a small high-pitched scream.

"You're… alive…" Even with my blurry eyes I could see a single shed of tear came out from her eye. She hugged me again this time with more force, if there's one thing that I can feel with this broken body of mine is how her presence somehow gives me a will to live.

Then she released me from her arms and her expression changed into shocked and upon realizing how badly my body was she clicked her tongue.

"Don't go dying on me yet! You hear me!" The woman said with aggressive tone as she picked up my body. Her face was desperate and filled with lot of sweat – which I could understand because of this tremendous heat in this place anyone will experience that.

I can feel my body was lifted up by the woman as she carried me away from that accursed place. My body was carried in her arms as she picked me up like how a mother will do to her son.

And from my state which I was currently in, I could see that the rain is finally come to the place which I was in a moment ago.

It's good.

If the rain has started to fall then the fire will surely be taken out as well.

I closed my eye hoping that I will wake up tomorrow so that I could live and if I'm lucky maybe properly introducing myself to this woman who've saved my life.

So I sleep peacefully in her cradling arms while feeling grateful toward the one who've saved me.

And yet even with all of that…

I still couldn't forget the fact that I've trampled over other people lives to survive.

This is my first time writing a fanfic, so please give me a lot of reviews and sorry for the bad writing, I'm still learning English because it's not my first or second language.