I woke up to the sound of crackling wood. The smell of smoke was ever present. But, wait, we don't have a fireplace. I sit up fast, nausea hits me hard. I almost have to lay back down. This isn't my room. My brother doesn't own a log cabin, my family doesn't own a log cabin. I try to reassure myself by telling myself that this is where my brother's girlfriend lives. No big deal.

I can hear a lady's vice. It's sweet and reassuring. It must belong to my mom. I haven't heard her voice in so long. I forgot what it sounded like. I open my eyes and I see her in the corner talking to a doctor, presumably about me. I guess sometime last night, I fell asleep, and then the paramedics brought me here. The doctor looks over and sees that I'm awake, he smiles. There's something off about that smile. He tells my mom to wait outside, so he can talk to me in private. As soon as she's gone, the doctor come up to me and starts asking me questions, that I don't answer He just continues to talk, telling me about what had recently hardened to me, then he pulled out a syringe and jabbed it into my arm. I squeeze my eyes shut, gosh, it hurts. I can't breath, my arm feels like it's a hundred pounds. I see the doctor calling for help. What just happened?

I get out of bed and half sleeping, open the door into a large living area, or what should be a living area. Instead there's a couch, a table and a lot of dead animals. In the center of one wall, there's a fireplace and a guy standing in front of it. He looks like my brother.

I wake up. There's a doctor at the foot of my bed, reading something off of a clip board. He's not the same one as earlier. There's a chair next to my bed, and in it is my brother. He's sleeping, but I can still see the deep worry lines etched into his face. I can only imagine what it was like for him to come out of that gas station and not see his car, but what's worse, his baby sister was gone too.

I stand there in the door way, unsure of what to say or do. It doesn't appear that this is where his girlfriend lives. He stands up and turns toward me. It's not my brother. He looks very similar, except this guy has a scar on the side of his face. Panic
builds up in me. I don't know what to do. I run back into the room and slam the door shut. There's no lock. I look around the room. There are no windows or other ways out. I hide next to the door, so when he opens it, the door hides me. I know that he'll find me, but my human instincts kick in. His steps are heavy and loud. My heart is beating and adrenaline course throughout my body. I can hear his breath outside the thin walls. The door knob starts to slowly turn, then the door slowly swings open. I close my eyes waiting for him to come in, but he never does. I open my eyes and look out the small crack between the open door and the wall.