Voices in the Dark

The Fire

  Hi guys, I'm a teenage writer and this is my first book. In other words I won't be able to write much so......yeah. Please don't be to nitpicky.
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Chapter 1- The Fire

  My name is Melanie Adams and I am a homeless orphan and I'm 18 years old. My parents died when I was 13 in a house fire and took everything with them to their grave.
  They had no will, so I got shipped to the orphanage, I didn't want a different family than the one that died. I ran away (at age 13), I went to the city in Nashville, all the way to my Aunt's house. 'Maybe she'll take me in.' that is what I thought at the time.
  As soon as I got there, I knocked on her door with nothing with me, but a couple of snacks and the clothes on my back. My Aunt (her name is Christa) looked much older than last time with her grey hair and eye bags. She let me inside without a word and then told me to sit on a recliner.
  I told her that I didn't want to go with anyone else. I mean she was my last living family member. The orphanage didn't send me to her because she was unfit to take care of me supposedly because of her habits with smoking and all of the medicine for her diseases.
  As soon as I told her why I left, she booted me out saying that I remind her to much of her sister (my mother). I sat there until it started raining, I just sat there and thought. I thought mostly of the fire that killed both of my parents that were trying to get to me.
  It all started with our gas heater, I don't know how, but it blew and spreaded the flames. I woke up from the banging on my door, it was jammed and hot to the touch. Right then I heard the sirens and the fire alarm. I listened to both of my parents calling to me, "Mel! Mel!"
   I tried everything, but I couldn't get out to get to my mom and dad. I was trapped, I couldn't save them, they died trying to save me. When their screams fell drifted into silence, I heard someone yelling, "Stand away from the window!" then the window smashed and  in came a guy dressed in a fireman's uniform. He grabbed me in his arms and climbed out the window and took me to an awaiting ambulance.
  That's all I really remember of that night, because I was numb. The funeral was unbearable, I stood there feeling numb with silent tears going down my already puffy cheeks.
  I hated everyone and everything. I went into a kind of depression, everytime that I closed my eyes I saw their faces through the keyhole getting swallowed by the flames.
  I didn't want to get adopted and no one wanted to adopt a kid with depression and no smile.
  I didn't just hate everyone and everything, I hated myself.