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Where Is Lyla?
A Thrilling Short Story
Part One
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It was a fire. That’s what took her from me. I woke up to the smell of thick, black smoke filling the air. I ran down the hall and got to her room, but the fire & smoke was so heavy that I must’ve fainted.
I woke up, my weak body crawling into her room. I got to her bed, but it was empty. Lyla wasn’t there.
Right outside my door, down the hall, lay Lyla’s lifeless body. She was trying to get to me, but I didn’t wake up in time. I made my way back to her. Barely breathing, I crawled my way down the hall and held her in my arms. That’s the last thing I remember about that night.
I woke up in a hospital bed days later screaming for her. A couple of nurses came running in, one shooting me with something in my arm while the others held me down. I dozed off.
This happened 3 or 4 times. They kept putting me out of my misery, or out of my reality, again and again. Was it for my own good? Did they know something I didn’t?
And did they get to Lyla in time? Did they find her too? Where was she? Where was my baby girl?
What seemed like days later, I heard doctors talking in the distance. Things were foggy, I couldn’t make out…
