Skeletons in the Closet

Alone

I woke with a start. The slow thumping of the train only reminded me of my predicament and tears welled up in my eyes. I remembered my fathers last words to me, and my thought turned to my father, and the rest of my family. Not even a day ago, I never would have imagined, I would lose everything in an hour. It happened at midnight. All of my siblings were safely in bed, and my father was sitting in the living room in front of the fireplace. Suddenly, there was shouting. My dad rushed in, and screamed for us to wake up. I was the first one out of bed, being the eldest, I sometimes had trouble sleeping so I was awake. Within moments our little cabin was engulfed in flames. This fire, it had spread so fast, blazed with such ferocity, there was no way it could have been natural. My father shoved a worn leather book into my hands and shoved me out the door. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the doorway collapsed behind me. Suddenly, as I turned around to try to go back, the cabin exploded. Everything I had ever known, everyone I had ever loved, was gone. In less than one hour, my life had taken a complete 180. I ran and ran and never looked back until I no longer recognized the world around me. It was there that I came across some train tracks, and stowed away on the first train that came past. I felt the gentle thumping of it going over the tracks, and I let it lull me back into the escape of sleep, once again.