Gretchen. Sounds afraid penetrated past my pain, followed by an ominous memory. The limo’s on fire.I pushed myself to my knees, a gurgling scream escaping me. Through vision that was starting to blacken, I caught a gleam of orange. The flames had spread farther up the vehicle. They could reach the leaking gas tank any second.I lunged at the limo, blood spewing from my mouth as I tried to breathe through the almost paralyzing pressure in my chest. My vision was too blurry to find the knife I’d dropped, and the pain made me feel like I was on fire. Maybe I was and didn’t realize it. Still, I couldn’t stop. I focused on my sister’s screams and they were like a shot of adrenaline, giving me the strength to lunge forward again, and again. The side of the car hit me in the face as I staggered into it.My vision was now totally black and Gretchen’s voice was fainter, but my mind still worked. With my left hand, I fumbled until I found the lock for the seat belt. Then I dragged my right hand over my arm until it reached the spot.
