six feet under the stars

I fell back on my mattress. Its been a week since he started his coma. He had no sign of waking up. I heard moans from the room next door. It made me sick. He didn't even try to hide it anymore. He was loud. It was disturbing and annoying. I couldn't even imagine what my mother thought. I shoved my ear buds in and put it on random and slowly drifted off to sleep. This could be better than any sky.
I was dreaming about that night. The night he went into his coma. He was right next to me. In the freezing cold. At least in reality it was. In here it was hot. Burning hot. He started to melt away. Along with an image I didn't even notice until now. My sister. She was waving goodbye before she disappeared in a cloud of smoke. I was surrounded by fire when suddenly I started to burn. Not like normal burn but I was on fire. Burning brighter and brighter than the stars above. I started to rise. Thats when I woke up.
I coughed and sat up right. My entire room was engulfed in flames. My heart stopped as the picture of me and Justin on my bored. He was burned out now and I was leaving. I just sat there. I don't know what I thought but I was breathing in the smoke and the fire liked my skin and singed my hair. I just sat and watched as the last part of us faded away. My door burst open to a fire fighter and I passed out.
White. Bright, clean, white. That was what all of this was. I was exactly seventeen rooms away from Justin. I had a foot less hair and burns everywhere. My sister was here. She said mom had enough. She finally broke and tried to kill my father. She was almost successful. He was in a coma now too. My mom was in the mental ward. That left me with my sister. Wendy. And her husband. Alex. In there home. In California. Only until my father woke up. I don't know what to think. But who needs thinking when you have everything laid out for you.

Notes

I chose fire cause you all suck at commenting