Fire Dancers

Darkness crowded the room, smoke filled the air. Oxygen fell to the floor, running away, intertwined with the carpet. Her hair fell in an ashy halo around her head. A used match lays in her hand, smoking gently. A glaze covered her eyes. Sirens filled the air noise never reached her mind. Nothing, she could not hear. Her father's favorite song played upstairs, in the music player he left behind, when he left her behind. The house empty, has been for years. She has been living there, or has she just been there? A men in red break down the door. Stairs are stepped upon as the enter hells flame. The girl was engulfed in flames, yellow fingers dancing in her hair. Ash fell like snow around her that christmas morning. The men started spraying there useless hope on the fire, along with the fire extinguishers. They stopped dumbfounded. The girl's hand stretched out towards them, in a small sign of Stop. By the time they recovered, they had a pile of ash, and a nightmare to remember.