❝ don't you wanna get away to a whole new part you gotta play? ❞
this is a new book idk if it will be popular but i love the greatest showman.
many of them are based on the songs but all are original ideas.
The fire had started as quickly as the fight began. You didn't quite realize what was happening until the smoke hit your lungs and the heat began to warm the side of your face. Before you knew it, everyone was running for the exit while you followed loosely behind, not realizing the consequences of your late noticing. Suddenly, a large pile of flaming wood came down in front of you, pushing you backwards and closer into the flames.
You began to cough with the overwhelming amount of smoke, your heart beating out of your chest and the awful thought that they forgot about you and would leave you to die like this. The fire began to blur your vision as you coughed into your hand, trying desperately to find clean air. Alas, there was none and the fire began to spread more rapidly, spreading around you and blurring your vision completely, until you were choking and gasping on air, collapsing to your knees. Your world started spinning and spinning and the last thought swimming around your head was Barnum, and what he would think when he saw you... covered in smoke and ash... lying...
most likely dead.
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"Phillip!" Barnum called out for his friend, Phillip standing outside of the fire, realizing the horrible mistake he made by leaving behind his friend. "Phillip!" Barnum ran to his friend, holding him by the shoulders to get him out of his daze, but nothing could stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. "Are you okay?" He asked, in a frenzy and noticing the ash on his face. "Are you okay?!" Phillip could barely muster a nod but he did nonetheless, tearing his eyes away from the flame-ridden circus to focus on his friend's frenzied panic. "Is everyone out?!" The heavy breathing and tears streaming down his ash filled face gave Barnum a big enough clue as to who was in there. "Where's (y/n)?!" He asked, finally acknowledging the fact that she wasn't there with him or in the crowd. "Phillip, where is (y/n)?! Where is she?!"
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He gave a regretful look back to his circus, his friends and back to the burning circus in front of him. Phillip already knew what he was willing to do, and tried to hold him back, but Barnum was running into the circus after her before he could say anything. Not that he could, he blamed himself for what he did, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if you'd died.
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It seemed like forever before Barnum came out of the circus. He ran straight into the flames, stripping off his jacket and diving straight in for the one he loved, willing to do anything for her. "(Y/n)!" He called out, his voice already cracking due to the multitude of smoke already crowding the packed in circus. After a few more calls, he did find you, lying - seemingly dead - beside a pile of wood. Flames had grown almost like flowers around your body, some of them burning your hair and your skin, adding a splash of red to your black ashy face. He'd already begun coughing convulsively, knowing he had to get the both of you out of there as soon as he could. He picked you up with weak and shaking arms, his legs trembling due to the lack of air in his lungs and your added weight.
A sudden cracking erupted above, and the roof of the circus began to cave in. Almost in slow motion, he ducked out of the way of the falling debris, maneuvering himself around the already fallen wood. He was sure his friends would think him dead, but there he was, coming out of the flames with you limply hanging in his arms like some sort of hero. Phillip immediately went to assist him, Anne previously hugging him close to her body.
Barnum placed you gently down on the hard ground, searching weakly for a pulse as he coughed to the side. When he failed to find one, he began to push on your chest, blowing air into your lungs as much as he could, knowing his lungs had also been infected with the smoke. "Come on, (y/n)... don't leave me... not now..." He whispered weakly as he continued his ministrations; he wasn't even sure if he was doing it right, but the tears streamed down his cheeks and he was in a panicked frenzy, so he couldn't find it in himself to care. "Come on, doll... come on..."
With one final breath, your body came up for air, coughing heavily and inhaling deeply, your first breath of clean air in what felt like ages. Leaning to the side, Barnum and the others gave you space to catch your breath, coughing violently and barely holding yourself up.
Once you'd regained your composure and managed to attempt to hold in the coughs you had climbing up your chest. "B-Barnum...?" You asked weakly, causing him to crouch down by your side and grab your hand.
"Yes I'm here, beloved..." He pulled you close to his chest and cried silently against your shoulder, knowing you were doing the exact same thing to him. "I almost lost you, my dear..." He said, voice cracking on tears and kissing above your ear.
"I know..." You said, pulling away from the hug and cupping each other's faces. "My hero..." You said, pressing your foreheads together and smiling gently.
"I don't want to ruin the moment but..." Phillip began, stepping away from the crowd and more into your general line of vision. "We should get you both to a hospital, and quick. You both took a lot of smoke in your lungs." You nodded in agreement as you helped each other up, holding Barnum's hand as a carriage came around, stretchers inside of them just in case something severe had happened. As you both walked, coughing into the carriage, they realized how much smoke you really took in and rushed you both to the hospital, careful not to separate you too much.
She was okay, well she was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay. Barnum sighed deeply as he thought about that, knowing that everything would fall into place like puzzle pieces, like they normally do.
