Alessia's POV. (Almost a year later)
An extremely loud sound wakes me up from sleeping.
I push my hands against my ears as my eyes open.
Immediately I close them again when they start burning and tearing up from some kind of smoke.
I breathe in before I start coughing my lungs up.
What is this?
I start coughing more as I try to breathe in more air.
Getting out of bed, I slowly peel my eyes open again.
Fire.
My room's on fire.
No-
Tears start falling out of my eyes as my body burns and aches for air.
It's so hot in here.
I can't get out, my door is on fire as well.
I start coughing more and more and before I know it my legs start to give out.
"FL-" I try to scream for help but the words die in my throat as more smoke fills up the room and my lungs.
I try to look around to find some way to get out of this room.
A window.
I crawl to it with the last bit of my strength as black dots start to fill my eyes.
"ALESSIA!?" Flower suddenly screams from outside my bedroom.
"Don't-" coughing interrupts my protesting for a minute, "come in! You'll burn to death!" I yell as I finally reach the window.
I quickly open it hoping that I'll finally be able to breathe but that doesn't happen.
A loud explosion is the last thing I hear as the floor flies away from under me before everything goes black.
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Dominic's POV.
I press another kiss to Vincenzo's lips when he suddenly pulls me down onto him.
I gasp but let him wrap his arms around me.
"Mmh I've got to go" I mumble against his lips.
Enzo groans underneath me, "I promised Alessia I'd be home so I can make her pancakes in the morning" I tell him.
Eventually he nods his head, "fine but I'm driving you there- when're you going to ask your siblings if she's okay with us possibly moving in together?" He asks
"I will ask her soon, I promise" I tell him before pressing another quick kiss to his lips and I stand up.
"How are her nightmares?" He asks me.
"Getting better but it's not amazing, she's getting more anxiety from school which is starting to give her more nightmares" I tell him while putting my pants and shirt on as he does the same.
He frowns a little by my answer, "Nick, I know it's not my place to say this, but maybe she should go to a psychologist or take some medication for her anxiety and stuff?" He suggests.
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I'm not okay
Teen Fiction8 year old Alessia never had the best life. From being taken away from her family at a very young age to being diagnosed with cancer while dealing with mental illnesses daily, have been taking a toll on her for years. When she gets word that her c...
