Hey yall this is my first story be nice and reply :-)

I was only five years old when my father was killed in a house fire.I had been comming home from my primary school when I saw the smoke and the flames coming from our home. I dropped my book bag on the side walk and started run with inhuman speed toward my home.As I reached the door I saw that the front door had been kicked open. I ran inside, covering my mouth from the smoke,and I started screaming for my father. I never got a response.

When I got not response from my father I through the house and got the house phone, coughing and wheezing from smoke, I called 911, but I was only able to get out "Help fire" before I fell to the ground unconscious. As I was going into darkness I heard what sounded like a males footsteps running towards my I heard what sounded like "Mate" before he lifted my and I was out like a light. When I woke up again I was in the hospital hooked up to all kinds of machines and a nurse walked in as I started to cry, she went to me "What's is wrong deary, are you hurting?", I shook my head and whimpered "Where's my daddy?"