(( Writing because I feel the need to vent..-shrug- ))
It's amazing how kind life can be one day then completely messed up the next. Or better yet, it's amazing how quickly a person's life can change in a matter of minutes. Another thing that strikes me as a little odd is how when you tell yourself to trust your feelings, and you don't, things can turn out pretty badly.
Last month on the 12th the day was pretty good, I was having fun with my cousin and grandma and nothing seemed weird at all. When I got home though I felt a bit odd, like something was wrong. My mom was out and so was everyone else and I kept feeling like something bad was going to happen. I had called my aunt a good amount of times before my mom got home for various reasons but when I heard something blow up I didn't call her at all, instead I just sat by my laptop curled up in a blanket. If anything that's a decision I'm going regret for the rest of my life.
Turns out that big boom I heard was the fuse box in my next door neighbors shed blowing up, and ours was connected to it, separated by a wall. A fire had started, pretty small at first and it wasn't really noticeable by anyone. When my mom got home later that night she said something smelled like it was burning and I did to, but we just ignored it and went to bed. Another thing I'll regret for quite awhile.
At 3:00 am the next morning I woke up due to the smell of something burning, I looked around and saw smoke and just thought I was having another one of those weird dreams I had been having lately. But the thought ended quickly as I saw fire at my window and I was choking on smoke. It didn't take to long before I got everyone up and out of the house, waking up the neighbors and heading across the street to call my dad and aunt, and just sit for awhile and get some water into our bodies.
By the time the sun was coming up the back of my house and been burned to the ground and I was surprised at how calm I was about everything, that was until I was reminded of two simple things.
1. The lamb I've slept with sense I was born was gone 2. My baby brothers Pooh Bear was gone also.
Number one didn't bother me to much, but it was number two that brought me to my knees in tears. Now, I do have a younger brother but it wasn't his bear. The stuffed animal had belonged to my much younger brother who had died quite a few years before due to brain damage. I couldn't believe how much it broke me up on the inside and nothing else moved me at all. I was ok with my books being gone, my anime being burned to a crisp, and everything that had value to me had all been gone within a matter of minutes. But that was ok, all that really mattered was that everyone was ok and no one was hurt, physically anyway.
Zettai Yoru · Sun Apr 22, 2007 @ 07:59am · 2 Comments |