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It was hot. Not the usual warm of the house. It was too hot but I didnt think anything of it, I just threw my blanket off of my body which was glistening with a layer of sweat. I tried to go back to sleep but for some reason I couldnt.
I looked over to my alarm clock, I needed to know what time it was, but I couldnt see my alarm clock. I must be dreaming. But then I cant be dreaming because when I took a breath to try to calm myself down and go back to sleep, I inhaled tons of smoke and started coughing uncontrolably. Only then did I realize that something was wrong. I ran out of the room into my parents' room and tried with everything in me to get them up, but they wouldnt move. I ran down to the kitchen to call 911 but i couldnt find the phone in all the smoke and the heat was getting to me. I ran out of the house and across to street to borrow my neighbors phone.
Three hours after the firefighters showed up the fire was still ablaze and they hadnt found any other bodies in the house other than my parents, who they said were dead and had been for several hours. I knew my brother and sister were in the house but whenever I try to tell them that they tell me not to talk, that they knew what they were doing.
By 5 in the morning the fire is out and all that is left of my house and family is ash.
I'm left alone.The firefighters and police leave and im alone. I sit in front of what used to be my house and break down. All I could think was, Whats going to happen now??
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I woke up in a panic. I had to remind myself that it was just my past coming back to haunt me in my sleep again. This had been happening ever since that awful Night in December 3 years ago.
After I calmed myself down, I decided to go for a walk. I snuck out of my Foster parents' home and started walking toward the coffee shop I usually go to on nights like this. They will never even begin to compare to my real parents but I guess they were ok I mean they are letting me stay on their house.
I reached the coffee shop and as soon as I walked through the door, Naomi, the usual late Night worker, started making my usual coffee. She gave it to me and I thanked her and went to sit in my usual seat in the back corner.
I tried to push the thoughts of that awful night out of my head but I couldnt. There was something about it that just kept pulling me back.
A/N Hey guys so I had an idea for this story in the car this morning on my way to North Carolina to see my brother and I kinda liked it so tell me what you think :)
