Opening the door, I can feel the heat.

Practically burning my face.

Temperature rising.

The fire is spreading.

It's getting harder to think about the consequences.

Should I stay or leave?

It's getting hotter, but I can't move my feet.

They're cemented to the ground.

The escape route is getting smaller by the second.

Getting crammed in by my mind.

The heats so unbearable.

By taking one step, I decide to take another.

And I leave running.

The faster, the better.

And I'm gone.

The room goes up in flames.