Little black book

Epilogue

Orange and yellow lit up the night sky. Lighting up places where the moon couldn't illuminate. Places that shouldn't have been lit up, and where was I? Standing a mile away. Watching my house burning to the ground with my mother. We were supposed to die in that fire. I was supposed to die, but I lived. Although, I didn't know my being alive would cost so much. Kill so many. I didn't know it would be so lonely. Ten years I've been in and out of foster care. Not truly knowing who I was or why everything ended the way it did. Why my mother left me alone. Where she went. Why I was supposed to live if every waking moment I was alone, and flooded with questions I couldn't ask, because I knew no one would tell.