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I always try to push everything away. Far away, into the deepest, darkest part of my mind. But sometimes it surfaces. Then I have to force it down again. I try and think of other things. Happy things. But everything leads back to it. The songs on the radio, blasting the words of burns and smoke into my ears. The pitied looks of my classmates. The fire hydrant on the corner. Absolutely everything relates back to that one night. Now, I sit here overwhelmed by the sudden burst of emotion that I have finally allowed to escape. For weeks, I have been able to keep it hidden. For weeks, I have pretended that I was fine. I thought I had a sort of problem. I hadn’t been affected. My mother, with her everlasting stream of tears, and red-rimmed eyes had cried until the early morning hours, for at least a few days. I, I had just lay there in my bed, listening to the soft sound of sniffling next door. I thought I was cruel, yet I couldn’t muster up the courage to walk next door. I lay there alone, night after night, never sleeping. Just thinking. About anything. Anything but the fire.
