The Fire

December 6 2014

It's been a little over a year since what my family calls "the fire." Pretty creative name, right? This memory feels like a dream I had three days ago. I still remember it, but I know that I'm missing bits and pieces. Like puzzle pieces are falling out of the picture. I don't want to forget this all, so I'm going to try my best to get everything I can down. I Don't really know how to sort this all out, so I'm going to do this in chronological order.

I come home at maybe 1:00 AM from my friend Sista's house. Which happened a lot actually. (she moved away and then I moved to a townhouse that I'm in now) So I'm pretty sure it was on a Sunday, but something tells me it happened on a Wednesday. Then again sleep was never a priority for me during that year. So I really don't know. My family was quite used to me getting home late since I did this quite often.

To be able to understand everything, you might want to know what this place looked like. During this time, my and my family lived in an apartment complex. Our building/house was right in the middle while seven surrounded it. Sista's house, the friend, northwest of my building. In between our houses were, and still are parking lots. So I'd just cross the parking lot and end up home.

Now since that's all cleared up, let's get back to the story. I'm home around one AM and see my mom sleeping on the couch. Which was where I usually slept since I had a bunk bed that I despised I'm my room. Being the stubborn person I am, I grab a sleeping bag and throw it on the ground in the living room. I accidentally wake mom up in the process and we exchange a few words about how tired we are. I pass out in an instant.

What felt like seconds to me, I hear a banging on the door. But this noise is quite rapid, like one hand hits the door while the other goes back, bracing for impact.

A disembodied voice repeatedly shouts," FIRE FIRE ITS ON FIRE."

I shoot up. Not needing anything else to wake me up, and climb out of the sleeping bag. I shout my gratitude quickly and quite loudly (I'm known for being able to shout extremely loud. I didn't even notice this when Sista, the friend, covered her ears while I shouted a question about dinner when my mom was in her bed room while I, in the living room) Then I bark from where I'm sitting to tell my family what's happening.

Now, forgive me, what I'm about to say is completely rude. The first two things on my mind was "I hope my books don't catch on fire" and "how the hell am I going to watch Doctor Who?" I quickly brushed these thoughts off and told myself I need to think of the now.

"What should I grab?" I think to myself.

I know my sister Aleah quite well, she'll obviously get the cats. (We have three) I'll grab one while she can hold two. Dad will get our dog, Luna, and mom will get anything else.

But that plan was quickly washed away. Because my dad gave me Luna and told me to get out as quickly as I can. I remember rushing into their room while I ask my sister, Aleah, if she needed help with the cats. As she was chasing my cat, Gidget, around my room.

I'm sorry guys. I have to stop. I'm getting this really bad feeling in my heart right now and I think I need a break. I'll try my best to update later.