Leap of Faith

"Help is coming," said a voice in my ear, though there was nobody there. "We’ll get you out of there."
On another day I may have been afraid, that I was hearing voices, that I was going crazy. But that much I already knew, because if I wasn’t crazy then it meant that what I was seeing was true, and it meant that I had just killed my family.
"Who are you?" I asked, searching for comfort. My voice was swallowed up in the roar of the flames but they heard me anyway.
"Friends."The voice was strange – disjointed, fractured, echoing. Not comforting at all. The fire was all around me and I could see my clothes beginning to burn, though I felt no pain. Shock, I told myself.
"Just hold on," the voice insisted, "We’re nearly there, Amy. Just hold on."
I wondered how they knew my name, but not for long, because the house was beginning to groan. The fire was eating it up. It was going to collapse. It was going to bury me alive.
"Please hurry," I begged, truly afraid for the first time.
"Close your eyes," the voice whispered and I obeyed without question as the first slab of roofing fell in a fountain of sparks. A second crash followed it but of a different timbre, this one accompanied by a glittering shower of glass. Footsteps pounded across the floor, hands grabbed at my arms, dragged me until I ran with them. I hesitated, knowing the window was close, and a ten-story drop below it.
"Trust me," said the voice.
I nodded, and jumped.