It was a normal evening for you,you were sleeping at your best friends house. In the middle of the night you woke up by the strong smell of smoke. You immediately jumped up waking up your best friend. You dragged him outside,before yelling at his parents to get up.You could already see flames,so you didn't waited and pulled his parents outside too.Outside were already many people staring anxiously at the burning house,wich looked like it was straight built in hell.Suddenly a woman started screaming. Her son was still in the burning house.Without a second thought you sprinted back into the burning house.Even though you tried to cover your mouth and nose as best as possible,the air was unberable hot and every breath you took felt like it was burning your lungs.You could feel your skin starting to burn but ignored it. You kicked the door open and stumbled in the room,where you could spot the little boy,curled up in a corner. Fire was everywhere while you fighted your way through the flames through him. He weakly raised his head when he saw you,before you picked him up,trying to shield him with your own body from the flames. You rushed to the window,opening it. Luckily the window was near the ground and you could hand the boy over to his mother.It the same second a burning piece fell from the ceilling,hitting your head,throwing you back,after you saved the boys life.