The Plane Crash

//9//

Harry

After it was clear to go inside again, I went upstairs to our burned room. Nothing was left except for melted items. I could see about half of my bed and I couldn't see Gemma's anywhere. I saw our dresser-almost completely gone, and there was a gigantic hole in the floor. It was a sad sight to see and I felt absolutely terrible. I heard a knock on the wall beside where the door used to be and turned around-my mom.

"Listen, Harry, your friend called earlier. I didn't give the phone to you because I figured you wanted to be alone then, I'm just letting you know though to call her back either today or tomorrow." I nodded and turned back to the place I once called my room. "This was all my fault, mum." "What?" She asked and came towards me. "I'm the one who left the computer on. This was all my fault." I choked down the last words and tears started to prick my eyes. "Well, honey, don't beat yourself up, it was only your room and the bathroom. We can stay in a hotel until they finish fixing the house."

I didn't care that my room was gone. I cared that all my photographs from when I was little, all of my baby toys, all of my memorable things-the most important things to me-were gone. Nothing left of them, like my memories were just washed away in an ocean. "I don't care about that mum. Most of my childhood memories were in this room." I was turned away from her but I could just slightly hear a small gasp come out I her mouth. "I thought all of that stuff was down in the basement-in the spare room." I could hear her starting to cry. All the photographs from when Gemma and I were just wee little ones were gone.

I walked out of the room and downstairs. Gemma and my step-father were sitting at our dining table-Gemma crying and My step-dad staring off into space. I guess this situation wasn't the worst that could've happened-my whole family could be dead right now.

Tara

I paced back and forth in my room with the receiver in my hand. I couldn't sleep or eat or drink or even go to the bathroom. I was anxiously waiting for Harry to call me and tell me all of this was a dream. I felt really bad for him. I remember when I was in kindergarten-I was about 6 years old-We lived in Minnesota and one day while my family was doing their whole "work" thing(kids and school, adults at work), Our house caught on fire. When we found out about it is whenever my sibling, parents, and I pulled into our driveway. In front of us was the scene of a burned down house-everything was gone. Later, we found out about what happened to our cat, Lucy. She had burned down with the house. My parents told me all what really happened when I was 7. They had told me before that Lucy just ran away. I cried for six days straight, she was my cat.

That was the worst experience of my life and I never had another pet again.

I sat on my bed while chewing on my lip. This whole thing was so nerve wrecking. I just wish Harry would call.

I suddenly felt a sense of hunger so I went downstairs to the fridge. I went with a glass of chocolate milk and a piece of chocolate cake. I'd been trying to cut down on the fatness lately but it's so tempting. I don't know why, but visions of when Harry and I popped into my head from when we were on the island. I hated it whenever my brain would remind me of something I didn't want it to. I hit my head a couple of times to try and hit the images out-but they never went away.

Harry

I went downstairs to the kitchen and picked the receiver up, but then put it back down. I sat in a chair and tugged at my hair. I should call Tara, but I just don't feel like it right now. I decided that I would call her when we checked into the hotel room.

"Mum wanted me to tell you that we're going clothes shopping in the morning." Gemma approached as I jumped in my chair. "Geez, Gemma, you scared the crap out of me." "Sorry." She said and sat down beside me. "What's the point of even buying new clothes, I'd rather have the memories than the clothes." I frowned and fixed myself in the chair. "I know, little bro, me too, but we can't." She ruffled my hair and walked off.

I sat there for 2 hours until my mum and dad had packed everything they needed. We hopped in the car and drove to our favorite hotel, the Days Inn.

We checked into our room as fast as possible. We were all so tired and overwhelmed. I remembered to call Tara first, though.

"Hello?" I heard her voice pick up.

"Hi Tara."

"Oh, thanks the heavens you are okay!"

"I'm not okay, I'm heartbroken and sad." I said with depression.

"Harry, I know how it feels. My whole house and my favorite cat ever burned when I was six. You didn't lose and much as I did."

I sat there in silence for a few moments and then choked an "Oh" out of my mouth. There was another thing we had in common-the same tragedy, except hers was more brutal.

"Yeah, so what did you guys lose?" She asks out of curiosity.

"Gemma and I lost our bedroom and bathroom. The only reason I'm so sad is because we lost all of our child memories. All of my past things were in that room."

"I'm so sorry..." I heard her say and I could tell she was trembling.

We must've talked for two hours and then we got too tired to talk anymore so we said goodnight and goodbye.