Holy S*** Holy S***Holy S***.
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You‘d think it’d never happen to you. A fire. You hear about it on the news, see the pictures, maybe pass by on the way to school, and you shake your head and say “how sad,” then go on with your life.
But you weren’t there.
You didn’t see what they saw.
You didn’t see what I saw.
You didn’t watch as a familiar place that you had known all your life went up in flames.
I was asleep when it started. I was only conscious of a few things at first, The phone ringing, my parents voices full of worry. Then came the sound, like gunfire, like a war. The sounds dove in