• It was 6:00 now, and I was heading home from school. I was in 2nd grade when "It" happened.
    "Mom, Dad? Are you home? What is that smell? Hello?" I turned around, the door slammed. There was smoke creeping out of the kitchen. I went to go look at what was happening, and there it was. A massive fire. I tried running, but I wasn't fast enough. A chunk of wood from the celing came crashing down. Thump! It crushed me under it. I had no choice, but to watch. My parents had been tied to a chair and they couldn't move. Why were they tied to a chair? All of these questions were swimming inside my head. The fire grew bigger and louder. It was approaching my parents. I heard screams, and as they were burning, alive, I was still trapped under the heavy piece of wood, watching them. Like I had a choice. The wreched screams filled my head until I couldn't bear it.
    "Mo-" The smoke cleared. Were they...dead? I stood there, mouth gaping in awe, staring at the remaining parts of my dead parents. I screamed for hours with the thought of them, burning. Screaming. DIEING. There they were, in my dreams. The thought of them haunts me...And no, it's not alright for me now. 4 years after the...erm... "Accedent" I was takin in by people I didn't even know, but it was better then being alone...