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Josh POV
My parents, my house, every thing was ablaze. I silently prayed to God that maybe my parents would walk out of the house unhurt and cracking a silly joke about how that was almost a close one. Sadly, they didn't come out. I stood in the car crying while my body did the unthinkable and begin walking to the house. "Please be OK and come back to me. Just walk out the house and hug me. That's all I want" I thought to my self as I slowly crept to the house. I could feel the heat from the flames brushing against my face. That's how strong the fire has grown. My house or what's soon to be left of my house was engulfed in a sea of flames.
I crept sloser and closer, with my hand out ready to twist the knob. If you're wondering, my ears are still ringing so if you're wondering if I could hear any outside noise, there's you answer. I got so close as to turn the knob before someone grabbed me. "Get off of me! I have to save them. Please! Let me go!" I said fighting the mysterious person. I have to be strong and save them. I know they would do the same for me instantly. I finally got free and ran back to the house. Only to be tackled by someone else. "Get off-"
*Boom*
The front door blew off of the hinges as the flames followed behind it. There was no way that they were alive after that. I laid on the ground covered by the mysterious person (The guy you're seeing up there isn't him). I watched and cried as the fire continued to swallow my house and parents alive. I can't even formulate a complete sentence right now. It's like my life was a mirror and someone just came an shattered the glass. The two people that I cared about more then life itself are now gone. What is left for me? I was so entranced by the flames that I didn't even noticed that I was being put on to a stretcher. I looked around at the people trying to communicate with me but I couldn't focus nor care about what they were talking about.
"My...House..." was all I could mutter at this point. Could you blame me? I just had a life changing event happen to me. When they closed the doors, I really freaked out. I just wanted to be there. Just to see the joyous part of my life quickly burn away. I guess they got tired of my non cooperative ass because shortly after that, I was knocked out. Who knew that at the age of 14, my parents would die right before me? The funny thing is, I didn't even dream the whole time I was sleep. It just felt like I was in a black void. Like a VHS tape was finished and you had to rewind it back for the full movie.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The bland colors here made no efforts to cheer me up. It only was making things worse. I looked to my left and saw colorful balloons as well as cards. They must've came from my friends, it's nice to know that they care about me. "Good morning Mr. Richards. How are you feeling?" a nurse who I didn't even notice was in the room asked me. Wait did she say morning? You mean to tell me I slept the whole day away yesterday? What kind of drugs did they give me? "I......A little tired. I just want to rest up a bit." I weakly said to her. She nodded her head in agreement. "OK I'll let the doctor know that you want a little bit more rest before he comes to talk to you." she said as she left out the room. I didn't say anything back, I just looked at my book bag in the corner of the room.
I wonder who brought that here. No time to dwell on that now. What am I gonna do now? If I had an answer to that myself, I wouldn't even ask the rhetorical question to myself. I can think about that later, right now I just want to rest.
I remember this dream very vividly.
I was on an grass plain throwing a football back and forth to my father while my mom laid on a blanket and watched us with a huge smile on my face. There was a nice nreeze blowing in the wind and the weather conditions couldn't be anymore perfect. WhenI got tired, I ran toward my mom and laid on her lap while she rubbed my head. "I'm so proud of you son. Your future is very bright. I know you're gonna make me and you father proud." she said looking down on me with a smile plastered on her face. I smiled back at her. "Who wants something to eat?" my dad said sitting down with a basket of food. "I'm starving." I said as I watched him open the basket. Chicken, french fries, two hoagies and three slices of cake. I guess they knew I wasn't eating that. To my surprise, my food was still a little warm.
