"We have to leave, now!" All I could see was the fire. Everything was burning. "Come on! We have to leave!" These weren't my shouts, I wasn't calling out to anyone; I was in my room, trapped by the flames. Some might have described it as beautiful, how the leaves ignited in the air, falling to the ground as ashes. Most, however, would have called it terrifying. "Oh, god, he's still in there." It wasn't much different, in my house; the wood burnt the same way. "We have to go back." "There's no time!" I just watched from my little corner of the room, everything falling down around me. "Please! Oh god, please, we can't leave him!"