On our way home a firetruck speeds past us causing the truck to sway back and forth.

"WHOA! what was that!" I shouted.

"I don't know there must be a fire near by." Trace said.

"yeah there must be I hope no one gets injured." I said, worried.

( It turns out that Kastle didn't know just how close the fire was until they arrived at the ember engulfed scene. )

*Trace's point of view*

"HOLY SHIT MY HOUSE IS ON FIRE!" Kastle screamed. He yelled at me to stop the truck. I did and he tried to run inside the house but I grabbed his arm causing him to cry out in pain.

"OW!" let go of me. he exclaimed.

"No, there are firemen here! I don't want you to get hurt." I yelled. he looked at me scared then relaxed a bit. I can tell he's concerned I mean she hates her mother but she still loves him with all her heart.

..........15 minutes later..........

*still Trace's point of view*

Kastle is sitting quiet in the seat which is odd because he never shuts up. She then looks up only to see most of his house burned down and the paramedics carrying Miranda out on a stretcher.

"oh my god." He whispers almost too quiet to hear. He starts to cry and run out of the truck, I don't stop him and quickly follow behind. we're now running up to the paramedics.

Miranda's eyes are flickering and she's coughing up blood. "Mom whats wrong?" He asks. I stand behind him quietly placing my hand on his shoulder, he places his hand on mine in response.

"She may not make it." one of the paramedics says. This hits him hard.

"What am I gonna do?" he asks himself. one of the paramedics asks if he would like to ride in the ambulance to the hospital, he politely refuses and walks toward the house.

*Kastle's point of view*

I walk up to the house and see that my side of the house was only slightly burned and that the fire was mostly in the living room. I sigh with relief Knowing that the few things that I have are all right. I find my way to my room and grab as many clothes as I can. I lift up my pillow and find that my journal is missing, I get worried for about two seconds then look near my laptop and see the lock broken and the pages full of creases. I hope no one saw it. I say to my self. I then walk out with all of my things, journal in hand. "Lets go." I say to Trace. He nods and helps me in the truck and we go back to his place.

*At Trace's house*

I set my stuff down in the living room and just as I start to sit down on the bed my phone rings. I answer it. "Hello?" I ask. "yes, I under stand, thank you." I end the call and go up to Trace hugging him from behind and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Whats wrong?" he asks.

"The hospital called."

"oh, well what did they say?"

"T-they said t-that Miranda is d-d-dead." I lose it and fall on the ground crying my eyes out.