It wasn't until I had given up shouting that I heard Lily calling for help on her phone outside. At that moment, something inside me collapsed.
The smoke began to seep through the cracks in the door. I dampened a towel with the water I had used to take my medicine and covered my nose.
I kept calling Jacob, unwilling to give up. But no matter how many times I had called, his line never disconnected.
Tears blurred my vision and I could feel blood gushing from beneath me. My fingers left horrifying bloodstains on the door as they became raw and bloody.
My strength ebbed away with the oxygen in the room. Just before I passed out, I heard a familiar voice.
Jacob had finally returned. But I no longer had the strength to cry for help.
My weak knocking was drowned by the flames and he rushed into the house only to carry Lily out first.
At that moment, I lost the will to survive. Luckily, my best friend returned just in time to save me.
I was saved, but I lost my baby. To rescue me, my best friend jumped from the second floor and broke her leg. Even after hanging up the call, she ignored her own pain and kept comforting me.