A different type of love

I am in a dark room. It looks like if I am floating, but even though I don't see it, there is solid ground underneath me. Everything was quiet. Until I hear a car crash. I turn around and see people, blue and red lights. Everyone in the scene seems to be desperate. I try to go and help, but I fall. I fall into the complete darkness...

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I open my eyes at the feeling of me falling. Looks like I don't need the alarm, I think. I rub my eyes and slowly, makes sense of where am I. Definitely, not in my room. I panic. Turn both sides. There is another bed and a couch. Backpacks and Chinese food in a table in front of the tv. I try to remember early events yesterday. Then everything makes sense. Of course I'm not in my room. My house was burnt down 3 weeks ago, just 5 days after my parents accident. It still feels like if it happened yesterday. Why does things like this happen always to people like me?