The Life of a YouTuber

House Fire

I pro Ana my blew all this way out of proportion, but this story is going to be from their last year in high school. Don't ask why, it's just the way my mind works lol. And it's more than likely that I jacked up the dates, but who cares? Anyway, enjoy!

Matt Sturniolo POV

My heart pounded rapidly from inside my chest as I followed the rest of the class out of the classroom. The fire alarm bells rang loudly throughout the whole school, and the strong smell of smoke filled my nose. It brings back memories... None of them good. Anyway, some idiot student accidentally set his chemistry assignment on fire. I guess it's very unfortunate that I was in my chemistry class across the hall. That's why it's so much stronger in my part of the school. I fought the urge to bolt out of the two front doors. My whole body is trembling with fear as I left. All I can hear now is the echoing bell inside my head and my own ragged breathing. No... No now. My chest heaved up and down as I gasped for air. Images and past feelings of the incident filled my mind. Smoke... cloudiness... the burning in my eyes as I fled from the house behind Chris and my mom. A few years back, our house caught on fire while mom, Chris, Justin, and I were inside. Nick was at a friend's house at the time which was lucky for him. I tried to clear my mind as my knees slowly buckled, and I clutched my chest. I absentmindedly heard a few students and my teacher speaking to me, but it's like their voices are drown out by my breathing, my heartbeat, and the bell. If I listen hard enough, I can vaguely hear the crackle of a fire, too. All I know is that I can't breathe. I can imagine smoke filling my lungs, making it hard to even get a breath in. That made it all worse. I don't remember the principle bringing me to my feet and leading me away, but all I can think of right now is seeing my brothers.

Chris Sturniolo POV

Once the fire alarms went off, I was the first to jump up from my seat and head towards the door. According to the principle, this isn't a drill. That made my heart drop immensely. I tried my best to get my mind off old memories that randomly seemed to pop into my head. But it's really hard with all this unwanted drama. My breathing became heavy as the memories ran across my mind like a scene from a movie. I remember jumping over my mom to get out of the house with Matt close behind. I remember the heat licking the back of my neck from the flames near the back end of the house. I was brought out of memory lane by the sound of crying. It's a girl nearby. She's going into a panic, tears streaming down her face and everything. I tried my hardest to fight off the rest of the memories, but to no avail. They kept coming and coming at me like a sneak attack, and I have no way of defending myself. I felt a sudden light headedness, and everything in my like of vision began to spin. I can hardly see straight in front of me. When I tried to take a step, I ended up stumbling forwards before everything went black.

Nick Sturniolo POV

I filed out of the classroom calmly along with everyone else. It's not a fire drill, but we've done enough of those to know what to do. I scrolled on Instagram from my phone while I waited.
"Mr. Sturniolo," a voice called from ahead.
Looking up, I noticed the principle motioning me over. I quickly shoved my phone in my pocket and went over to him.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I need you to come with me please," he said, already turning to walk in a specific direction.
I followed as I frowned in confusion.
"I'm not in trouble am I?" I questioned nervously.
"No," the principle returned. "It's your brothers."
"What? What happened? Are they okay?" I asked, words all humbling together.
"Don't worry, they're fine," he told me. "Well, aside from Chris fainting and Matt having a panic attack."
"They what?!" my eyes widened.
"I assure you, we had them both checked by the nurses. And they both asked for you."
I went silent as we came upon both Chris and Matt over in a huddle with the nurses. I rushed passed the principle to join them, giving them both big hugs.
"Are you guys okay?" I asked breathlessly.
"I'm good," Chris sighed.
"Yeah, same," Matt replied with the same lack of energy as Chris.
"It just..." Chris looked at the ground. "It brought back memories of the house fire..."
I glanced at Matt and immediately knew it was the same for him based on the way he won't meet my gaze. I hugged them again. Everyone got to go home early that day, and they three of us explained to our mom what happened. She ended up getting Matt and Chris therapy appointments to which Matt was less than happy to go to. He says that if he had a dollar for every appointment, he's be rich. But I forced the both of them to go anyway, because I really care about them and their health. I love my brothers like nothing else in the world.