gone.

She smelt the smoke, clogging her throat, she heard her mother calling her, screaming for her baby. she was scared, she didnt know what was happening. she left her bed, quickly, taking long choking breaths, she heard a man, calling out, her mothers yells were louder. she heard the front door fly from its hinges, she heard her mothers screaming thrashing body dragged from the house. The little girl didnt see the man come into her room, lift her from the blackened floor, and carry her from the burnt and bleeding house. She didnt feel her mothers touch, her mothers warm tears - The little felt nothing, the little had already gone.