It’s your fault. Alyssa it’s your entire fault!” she screamed at me her words slurring. “If you hadn’t told anyone about this he wouldn’t be laying in his own pool of blood dead!” i flinched i was only 8 what was i supposed to do and why would you tell an 8 year old a life depending secret? I looked down in shame tears blurred my vision. “No one will ever trust you” she spat face contorted in pure hate and anger. “Tell anyone about it and you’ll regret it any way i doubt you’ll survive” she seemed to know what she was doing for someone who had just drunk 2 bottles of jack Daniels. She lit her lighter and threw it on the blood stained fluffy carpet that was once pure white. Before walking out and slamming the door shut. My eyes fell on the huge grandfather clock that read 3:23pm. The flames snapped furiously at my dads’ dead corps and climbed rapidly up the light brown wallpaper. My mind told me to move but my body was frozen eyes locked on the door. I had to stay with dad!
i stood there not knowing what to do, my eyes watering due to the black heavy smoke i was coughing a wheezing finding it difficult to breath my throat burning. I found myself being knocked down by the book shelf that was on the wall the ceiling gave way crashing down on my legs from the heavy weight. Fire and smoke breathing my last breaths i looked at the clock 3:32 and with that my eyes slowly shut.
I woke up with cold sweat dripping down my forehead and my i love New York shirt clinging to my back. That dream, that nightmare that has been haunting my ever since dad died. Those bone chilling 9 minutes that refused to leave my mind once i shut my eyes, those never ending 9 minutes that left me paralyzed for waist down. 7 years later and i can still remember it as if it was yesterday. The heat on my skin, the heavy smoke suffocating my lungs and my dads’ lifeless body laying there. I sighed and turned my lamp on i guess that’s what you get for telling a secret you weren’t supposed to tell. I licked my lips and pulled myself on the wheelchair. I wheeled myself to the door and grabbed my “Mrs. Bieber” hoodie on the way out and pulled it over my head combing my hair with my hand out the way. I was going out don’t know for how long so i grabbed my phone, keys and wallet. This wasn’t the first time i went out in the middle of the night and like usual i wheeled myself to the park.
