shadowystrawberrybeliever

[shadowystrawberrybeliever]

PROLOGUE

Chicago, Illinois 

2019

Friday Night

Smoke and the sound of flames crackling. Smoke and the sound of flames crackling. That is all I can hear and smell when I'm suddenly awoken by the awful scent of smoke hitting my sense of smell. I sniff the awful scent for a split second, turn towards the left side of my bed while sitting up halfway startled, and let out a shocked gasp. There, I see my tan brown color walled bedroom up in flames!

Dark orange and light yellow flames engulf parts of my bedroom decor including some parts of my furniture with the right side of my bedroom engulfed in flames and blocking my upstairs bedroom window with the flames crackling and smoke filling it. 

This goes on for a couple of seconds with me having the most frightened and shocked expression on my face along with the sound of my heartbeat starting to pound, hard and loud, like a jackhammer, in my chest. 

Including my mind thinking in such shock whoa! How in the world did my bedroom suddenly go up in flames?! And is my house on fire as well? Plus, how did this even happen in the first place? Did I accidentally leave the stove on or something like that? Is it my fault that the fire started? How in the . . .? What the . . .?

All of a sudden, I suddenly snap out of it when I inhale some of the smoke. I feel it get into my nose and my lungs then turn my head towards the right side while slightly putting it down and covering my mouth with my left hand as I cough into it. 

I'm like this for a couple of seconds until I finally recover but keep my head down and my throat and voice now feel hoarse from the smoke. But I finally pick my head back up again and look up at my burning bedroom again. 

This goes on for a couple of seconds until I suddenly begin to feel these two feelings start to arise up within my body. And these two feelings get stronger and stronger and stronger within me. I now have a trying to figure this out expression on my face as I try to figure out what these two feelings are until I finally pinpoint what these two feelings are as I now finally figure it out. 

These two feelings that I'm feeling right now are the two feelings of determination and survival. It's also like God is definitely watching over me and HE sees me in this life-or-death situation and gave me these two feelings within my body were given to me for a reason. To get out of here as quickly and as safely as I can and also because HE knows that I'm a strong person and that I can get through this.

This goes on with me as these two feelings of determination and survival keep growing stronger and stronger within me till I finally look up at my burning bedroom again and start nodding while I now think okay, okay. I-I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here before the fire and smoke end up becoming way too much for me. I have to get out of here or else I possibly won't survive this. 

After this, I now begin my mission of trying to get out of my burning bedroom and my house possibly as well. I first throw off my dark red wool blanket from the bottom part of my body, throw my legs over the left side of my bed, and start to get out of my bed to put on my white fluffy slippers. 

Which are on the left side of my bed on my dark brown wooden flooring. However, as I'm starting to get out of bed, I stop and let out another shocked gasp when I look down at my dark brown wooden floor and I pick my feet back up a couple inches away from the floor and put the heels of my feet on my dark brown bed frame. 

There, I see two vertical lines of fire. One vertical line of fire goes from the left stand of my bed frame to my bedroom door as the other vertical line of fire goes from underneath my bed to two pieces of furniture in my room. Which is a dark brown medium sized desk with desk decor, two picture frames, a couple books, and a journal with a pen on top. 

Plus, a dark brown tall dresser and they're both on the left and right side against the wall just a couple of inches away from each other. And there's a medium size level of flames in front of those two pieces of furniture of mine as well. 

And what I need to get to is my dark brown desk because I have my phone on top of there and I need to get my phone so I can dial 9-1-1 for help. I look at all of this and look at the kind of situation that I'm in then I think of a plan in my head for a couple seconds or minutes to maneuver around and ignore the flames as quickly and as safely as I can so I can get to my dark brown desk. 

After this for a couple seconds or minutes, I finally nod once again as I prepare myself for what I'm about to do then I start to put on my white fluffy slippers again. I slip them on then I'm finally out of my bed then  I let out a deep breath and start walking on my dark brown wooden flooring while I try to maneuver around the flames and try to get to my dark brown desk as quickly and as safely as I can. 

During this, I now begin to experience what being in a house fire is like. And let me tell you it's extremely extremely awful. My body starts to feel really really hot, I'm starting to sweat profusely, I'm starting to get covered in soot, my heartbeat pounds loud and hard in my chest, the feeling of exhaustion is starting to come up within my body but the two feelings of survival and determination are still there pretty strong, I cough and heave terribly from the smoke, my black brownish hair, which is up in a ponytail, sticks to the nape of my neck, and my pajamas, which is a dark red tank top and grey sweatpants, sticks to my body as well in sweat. 

Then I finally arrive at the medium size level of flames in front my dark brown desk and tall dresser. I take a deep breath then try to lift my right leg up as high as I can and step over the medium sized level of flames then I do the same with my left and I finally finally arrive at my dark brown desk. 

However, when I do suddenly arrive at my desk, I suddenly collapse against it as I fall down on my knees and while I cough terribly again from the smoke and smoke clouds my vision as well again. I'm like this for a couple of seconds until I lift up my left hand to clear the smoke from my eyes then I stand up on my knees and quickly grab my phone. 

I sit back down on my back legs and dial 9-1-1 as quickly as I can then put the phone to my left ear as it starts to ring. I look back at my burning bedroom with a frightened expression on my face as my phone continues to ring and ring. 

It rings about two times until someone finally picks up. 

“9-1-1. What's your emergency?”

It's an older woman and she sounds like she's black. She has chocolate brown curly short hair, chocolate brown eyes, light brown skin, full pink lips, wearing tan brown khaki pants, navy blue white buttoned short sleeve shirt with the word and numbers Chicago and 9-1-1 in red on the right side of the shirt, dark brown tied up shoes, a silver watch on her right wrist, and a thin headset with a microphone on the left. 

But she also sounds like she could be really sweet too. Anyways, as soon as I hear her voice, I let out a breath of relief then begin to tell her my situation in between coughs from the smoke and heaving from my voice as well. 

“Y-yes, he-hello? Can you please send th-the fire department over to my-my house ri-right away, please? I just wok-woken up and my-my bedroom is-is on fire! And-and I think my-my house is-is on fire t-too! And I-I just don't-don't know how it got th-that way! Pl-please help me!”

My voice is calm for the first two sentences then I end up yelling for the rest. The 9-1-1 operator hears this from me and starts trying to calm me down. 

“Okay, okay. Sweetheart, sweetheart, I'm gonna need you to calm down and stay calm for me, alright? Don't worry, it's gonna be okay. I'm gonna send the fire department over to your house right away, okay? In the meantime, can you please tell me your name, how old you are, your address, and if you live alone please?”

I nod while coughing terribly from the smoke “ye-yeah. No problem.”

Then, I give her my name, how old I am, my house address, and tell her that I do live alone. She nods while I tell her this then hear the sound of a keyboard typing. So she must be putting my information on the computer. 

Then, she tells me “okay Dahlia. Is there any place where you can hide or get away from the smoke and fire? Like jump down from a window or hide in a closet or anything of that sort, honey? At least until the fire department gets there?”

I cough terribly from the smoke again as I look around my burning bedroom. Knowing that there's no way out from my bedroom because my window is blocked by the smoke and flames.

I now go back to the 9-1-1 operator on the phone and tell her “n-no, I don't th-think so. I me-mean my bedroom window up-upstairs is blocked so . . .”

I trail off as I cough terribly from the smoke again and the feeling of exhaustion is starting to take over me but the two feelings of survival and determination are still there within me. Still soooo strong and pushing me through this.

The 9-1-1 operator nods once more then takes a deep breath and asks me “okay sweetie. Well, is there any way like any way at all for you to get away from the smoke and fire in your house? Like can you think of someplace else?” 

I try to rack my brain to think of someplace to hide throughout all of this until I'm given like just a quick second of clarity in my brain and I remember my kitchen back door. I now have an expression on my face like I finally figured out something or like a lightbulb went on above my head. 

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. My kitchen back door. My kitchen back door! That's how I can get out! That's how I can finally get out of here! I think. 

And again, it's like God is definitely watching over me and gave me this way to get out of this life or death situation that I am in right now because He knows that I'm a definitely strong woman. 

While I'm still having that like a lightbulb went off above my head expression, I now tell the 9-1-1 operator in between coughs and my voice heaving “w-wait a minute. W-wait a minute. Hold o-on. I fi-finally figured out a-a way to get out of my-my house. I have a ki-kitchen back door that I can ge-get out of.”

The 9-1-1 operator breathes out a breath of relief “okay. That's-that's good sweetie. Now, hurry. Go towards your kitchen back door and get out of your house as quickly as you can, alright? But don't worry, I'll still be on the phone with you to keep making sure you're okay. Plus, I already got someone that sent the fire department out to your house and they should be there real soon, alright?”

A slight smile now comes on my lips “okay. Th-thank you so-so much . . .”

I trail off as I try to get her name. 

She notices this then she tells me her name “Diane. Diane Collins. That's my name sweetheart.”

I nod “Diane.”

Then, I muster up all of my strength to continue my mission of keep trying to get out of here. I first struggle to get back up on my feet but finally do get back up then start running to get out of my bedroom. Even though I stumble a lot and it looks like I'm running sluggish. 

But I still push myself to get out of here and as long as those two feelings of determination and survival are still super duper really strong within me and pushing me.

I open the door to my bedroom and now finally enter my somewhat long hallway. Which is filled with smoke and fire too. But it also has photos of my parents and I and my two best friends Jorge and Laura and hallway house decorations. 

I continue running pretty sluggish while coughing terribly and heave from the smoke, it clouds my vision so I wipe that away with my left hand from time to time, and the feeling of exhaustion is still there but the two feelings of determination and survival are still there really really really strong. 

And Diane is still on the phone with me. Still making sure I'm okay. She gives me updates on where the fire department is at and they're getting closer and closer to my house and she asks me about my parents. Where they live, their names, and what are their phone numbers, and if I'm really close with them. 

I answer her questions about that and tell her that I am really close with them. She types that down on her computer then she starts asking me questions about random stuff. Like my favorite movies and stuff like that. Just to keep me on the phone with her and keep me talking so she makes sure I'm okay. 

Which I completely understand cause I wouldn't want to worry her. I answer her questions about that too until I suddenly crash into the right wall of my somewhat long hallway and slide down it while coughing and heaving terribly and feeling really really hot and extremely exhausted.

The 9-1-1 operator Diane hears this from me and asks me, concerned, “Dahlia, Dahlia, are you alright sweetheart? Are you alright? Can you still hear me?”

I continue coughing and heaving terribly for a couple of seconds more with the feeling of exhaustion there but the two feelings of determination and survival are still there as well. Still urging me to get out of here. 

I'm like this for a couple of seconds more until I go back to Diane on the phone “y-yeah. I'm-I'm okay Diane. Don't-don't worry, I'll-I'll keep pushing my-myself to get out of here. I'm not giving up.”

Diane lets out a breath of relief with her eyes closed and nods. Possibly now admiring my bravery. 

“Okay, okay, Dahlia. That's-that's good sweetie.”

I nod then cough terribly again. I'm like this for a couple of seconds more until I try and muster up all of my strength and courage to still get out of here. And the two feelings of determination and survival are still in me. Still really really super strong.

I think to myself come on Dahlia. Come on. You got this. You got this. Keep going! Keep going! Come on, you're almost there! Just a little bit longer! Come on, you got this!

I listen to my voice in my head then nod then pick myself back up and start running again sluggishly. Still determined to get out of here. I also go back on the phone and let Diane know that I'm okay too.

“I'm-I'm okay Diane. I'm st-still here. I'll-I'll keep trying to get out.”

She lets out a breath of relief then we both go back to what we were doing before. She keeps asking me random questions and I answer her while I keep running sluggish till I'm now finally out of my long hallway and I'm now at my light brown oak wooden staircase. My upper body leans over into my light brown wooden staircase and I cough and heave terribly and smoke clouds my vision. 

I use my left hand to remove the smoke from my eyes then look down at my staircase and see flames on the steps of my staircase as well. I look at this then now let out a groan. 

Oh, you've got to be kidding me? I think.

I'm like this for just a couple seconds more until I finally suck it up and finally start to kinda run down my oak wooden staircase carefully and safely. Trying to ignore the flames again. This goes on for a couple of seconds until I'm finally off the staircase. But my right hand is still holding onto the top of the staircase stand at the bottom. 

I cough and heave terribly then look up and see that I'm now in my living room. Which is in flames as well. But then, I finally let go of the top of the staircase stand from the bottom and start to run sluggish again while I switch my phone again from my left to my right hand again.

Diane checks on me again and sees if I'm still doing okay. I let her know that I'm still doing okay and still trying to get out. She lets out a breath of relief then gives me an update again about the fire department. Which she now says the fire department is now ten minutes away from my house.

I now slightly smile while letting out a breath of relief “o-okay. Th-thank you so much Diane.”

She nods and she also notifies me that someone called my parents and let them know about the fire and that I'm still okay and they can just see me at the hospital after the fire department get me.

I nod then I finally arrive at the front of my kitchen back door in my kitchen. I let out a breath of relief then I finally tell Diane “okay Diane. I'm-I'm about to get-get out of my-my house. I'm ri-right at my-my kitchen back door.”

She nods and lets out a breath of relief “okay, okay sweetie. That's good. And you're doing a really great job. You're doing great. You're a really strong girl.”

I cough and heave terribly as I tell her “th-thank y-you.”

She nods then I take a deep breath then look at the door handle of my kitchen back door then switch my phone again from my right hand to my left then place my right hand on the door handle. 

But what happens next is extremely awful. As soon as I place my right hand on the door handle of my kitchen back door, I now feel an excruciating burning pain on my hand with a sizzling sound and smoke rising from my hand. 

I now let out a blood curling scream while shutting my eyes then quickly yank it off the door handle but I clench my teeth and make noises of pain while my right hand shakes. 

Diane hears this from me and asks with her voice full of concern and fear “Dahlia, Dahlia, are you okay, honey? What happened? Are you-are you still okay?”

I don't answer her for a couple of seconds as I'm still in pain and as the smoke ends up disappearing from my hand then I finally open my eyes and look at my right hand as it continues to shake. And it looks really really bad.

I have a really really bad burn mark on my hand with a mark of the door handle on it and it just looks really bad. I'm like this for a couple of seconds more until I go back to Diane on the phone and assure her that I'm still okay. 

“Hel-hello Diane? Ye-yeah, I'm still o-okay. I'm-I'm still h-here. I-I just accidentally b-burnt my right hand on-on the door handle of my-my kitchen back door. But I'm-I'm still okay.”

She lets out a breath of relief with her eyes closed again then assures me again “okay. That's good sweetheart. And oh man. But don't worry, the fire department should be there in five or three minutes. So don't worry. They're almost there and the paramedics will take care of you.”

I nod “okay good. And th-thank you so-so much Diane. For-for everything. I-I really appreciate i-it.”

She now looks down as she smiles with her eyes closed “you're very welcome Dahlia.”

I let out a slight chuckle with a small smile as she says this. But then, I begin to start coughing while heaving terribly from the smoke and fire again. However, I don't stop. I keep coughing and heaving and then I suddenly feel like I'm about to pass out within any minute or second.

Because it now feels like the heat, the smoke, the complete exhaustion, and just everything is starting to become way way too much for me. And the two feelings of survival and determination are starting to give out bit by bit. 

I keep coughing and heaving terribly from all of this until I turn back away from my kitchen back door and Diane asks me, with worry and concern in her voice, “Dahlia, Dahlia, sweetheart? Are you okay? Are you alright? What's going on?”

I keep coughing and heaving terribly from everything as I tell her while shaking my head “n-no Diane. I-I feel like I'm-I'm about to pa-pass out. Just th-the fire and smoke are starting to . . . starting to . . .”

And then, I finally find myself starting to fall towards the floor as I let out a soft moan along with my phone slipping out of my left hand and then I suddenly crash down on the floor with my phone next to the left side of my head, the right side of my head down on the floor, and it seems like the crash of my phone must've turned it off. 

I continue lying down on the floor with the loud raging sound of the fire while heaving, then I suddenly close my eyes and pass out for a couple seconds. 

While I'm still lying down on the floor with my phone next to the left side of my head and surrounded by smoke and fire, even though the sound of the fire is loud, I, all of a sudden, hear the sound of my front door trying to break open.

The firefighters and the paramedics must be here. Oh, thank goodness. I think. 

I hear the sound of my front door trying to break open a couple of seconds more until it finally does break open, the sound of flames rising then lowering, then a male voice yells "fire department! Call out!"

Hearing this firefighter's voice, I so badly want to respond to have them help me so I pick up my head from off the floor about a couple of inches and try to speak or call out but my voice is still blocked by the smoke and my voice sounds hoarse.

Since I can't do it because my voice is still hoarse, I just stop and put the right side of my head back down on the floor as the sound of the fire rages on and the smoke swirls around.

That is till I hear the male firefighter's voice again along with him starting to walk inside and carefully around my house with another firefighter walking as well, cause it sounds like two sets of heavy boots walking, yell out, "fire department! Call out!"

It's quiet between the two firefighters for a couple of seconds except for the sound of the fire raging loudly until I hear the two firefighters yelling at each other and giving orders.

"Gallo, the fire in this raging pretty fast! We gotta hurry and check to see if anybody's in here and get them out as fast as we can! So I'll go ahead and check for anyone upstairs and you check here in the living room and the kitchen. Got it?!"

I suddenly hear the second firefighter responds to the first firefighter "copy that captain!"

I hear the sound of the raging fire for a split second then I hear the sound of the first firefighter's heavy boots running then he starts running up the stairs to check for anyone up there.

Then, the second firefighter begins to do his job as I hear him start walking carefully around my house and call out "fire department! Call out!"

I continue lying down on the floor surrounded by smoke and fire with my phone beside the right side of my head until I finally decide to try again and try to get and yell out for help. 

So I try to muster up all of my strength as I weakly pick up the right side of my head off of the floor as I let out a soft moan along with my voice and breathing hoarse then I try to yell out as loud as I can, even though, my voice is somewhat low, "h-help! Somebody h-help m-me please!"

Then, I stop and cough terribly again from the smoke and my voice comes out all hoarse again. It seemed like it worked cause I now hear the sound of the second firefighter's heavy boots suddenly running towards where my voice is and where I am and he yells "hold on! Hold on, I hear you! Hold on, I'm coming!"

I continue hearing the second firefighter's heavy boots running toward where I am until he finally sees me lying down on the kitchen floor with my phone next to me. He looks at me quite surprised for just a split second then he rushes towards me and kneels next to me. 

"Oh hey, miss? Miss, can you hear me?  Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

I moan in response to him to let him know that I can hear him. He lets out a breath of relief then he examines me for a couple of seconds. He sees my burnt left hand, my body slightly covered in soot, my breathing heavy and hoarsed, and my phone next to the left side of my head with the screen off.

He looks at my phone then picks it up and pockets it on the inside of his firefighter jacket to save it for me. Then, he looks up and calls to the first firefighter who entered my house with him "captain! Captain, come down here! I found someone!"

I now hear the sound of the first firefighter's heavy boots suddenly running from someplace upstairs then running down the stairs and running towards where the second firefighter and I are in the kitchen. 

While he's doing this, the second firefighter, whose name is Gallo, turns me over onto my back and then holds the back of my head with his right hand and part of my upper body with his left hand while I let out a soft moan again and cough terribly from the smoke.

He comforts me "hey, hey, it's okay. You're gonna be okay. My captain and I are gonna get you outta here soon."

After that, the first firefighter suddenly arrives where the second firefighter named Gallo and I are in the kitchen, then he kneels next to me on the right side and Gallo lets him know about me. 

"Captain, I found this young lady here. She looks about twenty-six years old, has possible smoke inhalation in her lungs, burns on her left hand, looks like she's almost gonna get a heat stroke, and looks like she was on the phone with 9-1-1 for help a couple of minutes ago. I pocketed her phone inside my jacket though. To keep it safe for her."

I cough terribly again from the smoke while the first firefighter asks the 2nd one "but you didn't get her name?"

He shakes his head "no, I-I didn't."

He nods then he asks me as he leans over me while the second firefighter named Gallo still holds me "excuse me, excuse me, miss? Can you-can you hear me? Can you please tell me your name?"

I cough terribly from the smoke again until I muster up my strength again to open my eyes and they finally do open up but slowly then I see the two firefighters in front of me. 

The first and second firefighter are both wearing their firefighter gear with masks on but the first firefighter has grey-blue eyes and looks about in his thirties or forties while the second firefighter has chocolate brown eyes and looks about in his late twenties.

I look at both of them and then finally tell them my name but my voice is hoarse and I cough terribly from the smoke again "D-Dahlia. My-my name's D-Dahlia."

The first firefighter nods then he assures me as he says "okay Dahlia. My name's Matthew Casey. Don't worry, we're gonna get you outta here. Everything will be okay."

I nod weakly then the firefighter,  whose name I now know is Matthew Casey, looks at the second firefighter named Gallo "alright Gallo! Let's get her out of here quickly! And put out this fire from her house as quickly as we can too! You got her?!"

Gallo nods "yeah captain! I got her! You go ahead and lead the way out!"

The firefighter named Matthew Casey nods one more time towards Gallo then I feel Gallo pick me up into his arms and they feel really strong and muscular. I feel the left side of my head flop down on his firefighter jacket softly while I hear the sound of both of their heavy boots jogging out of my house now. 

But before I fully now pass out once again, I open my eyes again while my breathing is heavy and hoarse and look up at Gallo holding me for a couple of seconds then I just let out another soft moan and fully pass out while the left side of my head flops down on Gallo's firefighter jacket once again. 

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Authors Note:

Hi everyone. Here's the Prologue of my Blake Gallo and Chicago Fire fanfiction. Hope you all enjoy. Vote and comment if you'd like and stay tuned. Thank you. :)

[shadowystrawberrybeliever]

Chicago Fire Quote:

"The first thing I learnt here at 51 is this house, we look out for each other." ~ Blake Gallo.

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Main Characters:

One Chicago cast as their respective characters

Halle Berry as Diane Collins (9-1-1 operator)

Alberto Rosende as Blake Gallo

Daniel Kyri as Darren Ritter

Hanako Greensmith as Violet Mikami

Adriyan Rae as Gianna Mackey

Brett Dalton as Jason Pelham

Jimmy Nicholas as Chief Evan Hawkins

Jake Lockett as Sam Carver

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Warnings:

Moderate kissing scenes, violence, fire scenes, talk of family loss, deaths, and heartbreaking scenes. If this is gonna make you uncomfortable and you don't want to read it, that's okay with me. I perfectly understand. Take care of yourselves.

Disclaimer:

Hi everyone. Here's my Chicago Fire/Blake Gallo fanfiction. Hope you all enjoy it. And I own absolutely nothing of Chicago Fire, Med, or P.D. All the rights belong to the network NBC and Wolf Entertainment. However, the only thing I do own of this story are the character, which is myself, two of my best friends, cause I think they'd be really perfect for the story as well, and some differences in the plotline. And I wanted to write myself in this story cause I love the show Chicago Fire and Alberto's character Blake Gallo and the more and more that I watched the show, I actually started to imagine myself being in the show and being a firefighter with Firehouse 51 too.

And I actually wrote a story like this a long time ago but I actually read a story of a friend of mine on Wattpad where she put herself in the story too so she inspired me to bring this back. I wanted to write this too cause Alberto's character Blake Gallo, and Alberto himself, deserve much better. Cause once again, people are putting him in a position where he's in somebody else's shadow and in a love triangle where he's the bad guy. But this time, people were being so mean on social media. And it's just so, literally, so ridiculous how he keeps getting treated this way. 

When he's really sweet, wise, positive, and a really good actor. So underrated. Like it's just so ridiculous. Again, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything at all. Just again, the more and more I'm seeing this with Alberto, it's just so not fair. And it makes me sad. But that's their issue. Another thing too, is I actually want to fix some things about the Chicago Fire show. 

How there's not a lot of diversity, some of the characters don't get the recognition or screen time that they deserve, and change some of the stuff that they wrote in the show that just doesn't make sense to me and that the characters, plus the actors and actresses, deserve so much better because of some of the stuff that the writers wrote in the show. So I thought I'd fix some of that in the show. Anyways, here's my Chicago Fire/Blake Gallo fanfiction. Enjoy. :)

[shadowystrawberrybeliever]

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