It was a cool August night. I was in bed sleeping, my seizure meds made me very sleepy. I'm not sure what time I woke up but when I did there was a wall of flame before me. It cut the window off and the door off. I started to yell for my foster father. I yelled over and over. Finally he came but he couldn't get to me. My room was still being worked on so the ceiling was insulation and plastic and the plastic was melting and coming down like rain. That's how my foster father got his burns on his arms. So since they couldn't get to me that meant i had to get to them. So I took a running start and jumped through the fire and hit My entertainment center and crashed to the floor. I felt like I was frozen in time as I looked into my foster fathers eyes. But I immediately ran out of my bedroom and into his arms and that's when I noticed my pants were on fire down near my feat and my feat hurt like hell. All I wanted to do was go jump in the tub and put the fire out but my foster father was trying to pull my shirt off. And I didn't have anything on under it! He kept telling me my shirt was on fire but it didn't register until he took my face in his hands and said, "Cherie your shirt is on fire!" Well after that I let him take my shirt and I ran for the tub! To my...