I woke up to the slight smell of smoke. “I probably nothing,” I thought “the neighbors are probably making barbecue or something.” I was only half awake and for some reason the neighbors making barbecue at eleven at night made sense. I turned over and fell into a deep slumber. I awoke again to the sound of loud crackling from outside of my room. I got out of bed wondering what could be making the noise. I walked around thinking in a dazed state for about ten minutes till reality hit me like a semi truck. “Fire!” I panicked and ran towards my door. I tried to open it but as soon as I touched the handle I withdrew my hand in pain. The fire must have been outside my door. I look d around for another way out, sweating from both fear and the heat of the growing fire. I unlocked my window and pulled on it as hard as I could but it wouldn’t budge. Tears streamed down my face as I realized that there were no other exits. I screamed as loud as I could desperately hoping that my neighbors could hear me but I knew it was know use. The fire alarms blared in my ears futther reassuring me that I was going to burn to death and get cooked like a thanksgiving turkey. “At least the devil will get a nice home cooked meal.” The fire got louder and louder, hotter and hotter till I felt like I was in an oven. I must have been surrounded on all the interior walls. “My phone!” I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought to call 911, the smoke must have gotten to my head. I looked in my drawer and then my counter and felt all of my new found hope drain from my body like the fire had burned it down. I looked out my window and saw that a fire truck. One of my neighbors must have called the fire department. I was so relieved I couldn’t put it into words. “ I’m saved.” I sobbed loudly. I could hear the muffled voices of the fire fighters. I needed them to find me so I screamed as loud as I had ever screamed in my entire life. They seemed to have heard it because the start moving towards my door. I sat and waited for what seemed like forever till I heard a knock on the door and a voice that could only be one person… my father! “Oh no oh no oh no.” I had stopped contacting him three years ago after a huge fight, I didn’t even think he knew where my house was. “Is anyone in hear?” He repeated after I didn’t respond to the first time. I considered not answering at all in fear of seeing my dad but finally I came to my senses and answered. “Yes.” He kicked down the door and the look on his face told me that he recognized me too. We just stared at each other in shock. He then picked me up and started running out of the room. The fire burned my skin as we cut through it. I tried my hardest not to cry in front of him but the pain was over bearing almost as over bearing as the silence. I finally couldn’t take it anymore “thank you so much.” He didn’t reply, just a glance and a smile. I saw a tear silently slide down his smoke covered face leaving a steak of tan skin behind. We got to the kitchen and saw that the wall was entirely blocked off by debris and flames. I looked at him and he looked back down at me, more tears trickling from his eyes. “I love you dad, I’m so sorry.” “It’s ok.” We looked at each other one last time. He dived over the ruins, me in his arms and managed to get me right in front of the door. I glanced back to see him but all I could see was fire. He was gone. Forever. He sacrificed his life to save mine… after all I did.