Date: 8/21/2016
By Starlightfading
I was in an apartment that was beautifully decorated, with several other people who I assume were my friends. The apartment caught fire, and I ran out, clutching only my purse and a little package. I ran to my car and shoved my keys into the ignition, driving away from the building as fast as I could. I was being followed, tracked down. Someone wanted me dead.