Eighty-four:
Piper Powell
All around me, there is ash.
Ash, and the crackling of fire.
The ground is burnt, and smoke chokes the air. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I murmured, over and over. Had I made the biggest mistake of my life? Have I killed the man that I loved? I didn’t know. I looked around.
“Ransom,” I said, “Ransom!”
There was a man that was on the floor, dead. I didn’t know which one it was. “Ransom, Ransom, Ransom!” I was screaming. I was screaming, and sobbing, and sobbing and screaming. Then, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me.
“I’m alive,” he murmured into my ear, “I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive.”
I turned around in his arms, and wrapped me closer. “What was the song playin
