Holy S*** Holy S***Holy S***.
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 into my dreams, turning them into nightmares.
But the true nightmare was real.
It was the sirens that woke me. I lay still in bed for what seemed like hours, but only seconds had gone by when I noticed the lights outside my windows. Through one, bright red and blue, flashing in unison. Through the other…
A fiery orange.
I ran to the window to ge