Moretti's Little Sister

Dust and smoke clog the air, stinging your eyes. Your house is a roaring inferno, the flames devouring everything you've ever known. Panic seizes you as you cough, shielding your mouth and nose from the thick smoke.
A sharp pain on your arm jolts you – your sleeve is on fire. Frantically, you douse the flames with water from a discarded vase, the sting a stark contrast to the numbness in your mind. All you can think of is Mom.
A figure emerges from the smoke, dragging you outside, away from the heat and chaos. Someone is talking, but their words are muffled, distant. Mom is still in there.
You break free, desperate to run back, but strong hands restrain you. You struggle, but it's useless. The house collapses into a fiery wreck. Silent tears stream down your face as you stare at the inferno, a strange ringing in your ears. Then, everything fades to black.