Composition 2

The owl hooted eerily outside my window. I was sleeping soundly as I was dog tired. The house was so quiet that I could even hear a pin drop. My father and mother were not at home as they had something important to attend. Suddenly, I suspected that something was suspicious. I stole out of my bed and tiptoed quietly out of my bedroom. I opened the door and crept out of the house. There was no one.

“Is there anyone?” I asked. There was no answer too. I decided to check each part of my backyard to make sure that it was safe. It was so dark. I was shuddering in fear. I just had a strange feeling of someone in the house but there was no one outside. Nobody.

All of a sudden, I smelt something burning and smoke billowing out. When I turned back, I gasped in horror. Someone had set a fire! Without hesitation, I ran into my house. The curtains were all burned. Beads of perspiration were dripping down my forehead ceaselessly. My heart sank, body iced and mind blanked in an instant. I did not know what to do. I prayed for god to plant an idea in me. The fire was spreading and spreading and the flames were bigger and bigger.

Immediately, I called for the fire brigade. Suddenly, I remembered that my precious bear was in my room! It was the most memorable present I had gotten from my grandmother. I was trying to get my way through the fire. No matter what, I will still try to get my toy bear. No choice. It was the only present my grandmother gave me before she died.

When I looked at my precious toy bear, my heart felt like as if it had been stabbed. I cried like never before, at the scene. Torrents of tears streamed down my cheeks and my body shook as I sobbed uncontrollably. I could not believe what I saw. The toy bear had been burned! Plumes of black smoke were billowing out of the house like giant mushrooms. Tongues of red and orange flames licked the walls of my room. I was horrified. Utterly horrified.

The fire was getting fiercer and bigger by the seconds. It seemed to be devouring everything which was obstructing its way. Time was running short. My heart was in my mouth. My stomach was churning non-stop. I could hear the loud thumping of my heart. Will I die so terribly? Every minute, every second was crucial. I was once again finding my way out but to no avail.

Help had not even arrived. I did not want to die but my face was very pale. Wails of siren could be heard finally. The fire brigade had came followed by the police. The firemen clad in red immediately connected the fire hose to the fire hydrant and started spraying at my house in sweeping motion. They rushed into the house and rescued me. I was sent to the hospital by the ambulance as I was slightly burned by the fire. I was groaning in agony and could not resist that excruciating pain anymore.

When I was awake at the hospital, my parents were already there accompanying me. The police were there to gather clues from me. I was too weak to make any statements but I forced myself to do it. It was a traumatic experience for me. As the saying goes, “Fire is a bad monster but a good servant.”

After a few days later, the police found out that the fire is caused by a man who was a loan shark that had mistaken our house as somebody’s one. The man actually had narrow sloping shoulders and his eyes were twinkling with mischief. I was very frightened by that harrowing experience. Fear. My life is almost filled with fear...