I sighed as I pulled open the door to the basement, surrendered over to me by my parents a few years back. With one hand I flipped the light switch on, and with my other I set down the cup of piping tea I'd made for long enough to take off my jacket. Within a minute, I was curled up in my chair with a cup of tea next to me and candles puffing smoke into the air ever so slightly. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear - I was happy to see it was long enough at this point - and searched for the book I'd fallen asleep halfway through last night. With a smile, I eventually swept up The Overlander's Compass - that had to be the one - and fell right back into my chair. I blew into the tea softly, then took a sip and turned to the book.
The voice of my mother pulled me instantly from my book, and my tea slipped right out of my hands. I didn't even think of the burning; my mom was desperate for me. Her voice rang of utter horror.
"Eden, quick! Get out!"
At that, she was gone. I jumped up, throwing the book down, and knocking one of the candles over in the process. Oh, heavens no. It caught on the wall and, soon enough, flames were licking up it. My chair had also caught. That was when I noticed the smoke, but it was too much to have been because of the candle.
"Eden!" My mom called again. With each time she called my name, she grew more desperate, but also further away. I opened the door to my small library, heading down the short hall to the stairs. As I made my way from one corner of the basement to the other, something started to crack and pop above me.
I was stopped in my tracks at the base of the stairs when the ceiling above it caved in, engulfed in flame. I pulled my shirt over my mouth and nose, causing it to become untucked from my pants, to create an air pocket. There had to be some other way out. The windows, the windows! I turned towards my bedroom, hoping to get out through the window, but was met by the wall burning down. Eventually, a cracking sound filled the air, one that filled me with mute horror and brought tears to my face. I was completely still from the shock; smoke was threatening to fill my lungs no matter how many times I folded the draping shirt over my nose and mouth, and the heat was too much, and now the house was falling apart over me. I was thrown to the wood floor, finally, when a section of the floor collapsed over me. A beam got me square in the back on its way down, pinning me to the ground as it burned and burned me, and when I screamed no sound came out. The flames licked my arms and legs, surely not helped by how much baggy material I was wearing, and tears streamed down my face as the fire consumed me.
<>Two Weeks Later<>
It was impossible to describe the sensation of coming back.
Not feeling anything, being stuck in that same fading, numbing sensation of when you were dying for two weeks, and at the same time feeling nothing.
Then, feeling everything.
Feeling something and seeing this world again made me want to scream.
It wasn't in horror, but pain.
Everything ached in a sensation comparable to the fire, though I was in no danger. I was just... sprawled on the ground. It smelled horrid, stronger than any stench I could recall. What little light there was rendered me temporarily blind, and the soft breezes made my ears ache. I had gone two weeks feeling nothing, and suddenly I felt everything.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Wait, I didn't have eyes. When instead I covered my face in my hands, I didn't have hands. There was just a vague sense of where they were. Everything around me was reflecting a faint golden glow, akin to candlelight. I turned out to be the one to bear that glowing.
When I finally adjusted to these sensations, ignoring the idea that I was here, but at the same time not... I was in a graveyard. The moon shone overhead, a tiny sliver, yet brighter than anything I could imagine. It was mostly concealed in clouds. Yes, this would help. Keep going, Eden, it'll calm you down. There are rows and rows of stones and raw dirt, some decorated with flowers, some with notes, some with pebbles. A pair of mourners were crossing through the gates. Before myself, a small statue. A winged figure - an angel, I could presume - standing atop a small platform. The whole thing couldn't have been taller than a few feet. There wasn't much detail put into her, but at the same time it looked pleasing. I looked at the platform; something was written on it.
In memory of Caleb Gabriel Moore.
May he rest in peace.
The name made me cringe; I'd almost forgotten about that. I paid no mind to the dates. What else was there? I would move, but I didn't know how. I guess just... pushing up would work? Yes. And forward. The glow started to flicker and move like candlelight as I drifted around. It startled me for a second, but I liked it, I guess. At least, I didn't dislike it. Trees lined the edges of the cemetery, outside of a tall fence of what seemed to be iron. My eye immediately caught something moving. It was nothing more than a glow, one not different from myself. It trailed behind a certain point like water, and was a light blue color. The glow seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, as if drawing strength from it. I stopped, resting my hands on one of the gravestones, and watched the glow for a second. It was growing closer to me, searching for me. It grew closer; it resembled a human girl, a bit younger than myself. Nearly her entire body was covered, and I turned down to try and see if I could make out anything of my appearance. Burn scars covered any exposed skin, and my jeans and baggy T-shirt were singed but not burned away. My shirt was still loosely tucked into my jeans. I had no idea why it had restored itself, but that wasn't something worth worrying about. I turned my head back up to see the figure was closer. I cracked a small smile, but turned my head down.
also, just a quick note/reminder/whatever for when you pov them meeting: being only fourteen, eden is pretty early in her transition, so she still basically looks like a boy with a girls haircut and clothes