SCREAMING. Fire. It's everywhere. My parents barely breathing, my sister trying to get out otherwise door locked. Me, trying to open a window. Everything. It's too hard, we all grip hard for our life's, I make it out. I don't know about them. I go to the front door, and I unlock it. But... everyone's dead. They couldn't make it. Ashes went through their lungs, and they couldn't breathe for more time. I was...alone.

That's not true. I still have other relatives... but my main family just died in front of me. How did the kitchen even set on fire? All I remember was dad cooking an omelet and saying he was going to the bathroom... Wait! It overcooked! That meant that... it was dad's fault. The fire started because of him. Why did you go to the bathroom? Couldn't you have hold it a little more? 

Well, I can't do anything now. They're dead. Life is life. Now it's time to begin the next chapter of my life... ALL ALONE.

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