Another Day Gone

Hey guys. Well here's my first story on wattpad...so ya. Please comment and vote and all that.

Ttyl♥

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Another Day Gone

            No one thinks about what would happen if they lost everything. I wasn’t an exception. Well, I wasn’t until it happened.

            I was walking home that day because I had missed the bus. The horrid stench of fire made my stomach clench. I looked up to find the once peaceful cloudy sky, a dark grey that screamed death and despair. 

            I ran towards the source of the smoke, my hot tears making my vision blurred.

            I pushed my way to the front of the crowd, trying to get to my now destroyed home. It looked like a smoldering pile of debris.

            I walked into the tapped off area and was pushed back again, by one of the police-women. She bent down in front of me and wiped the tears from my small six-year-old face.

            “Darling,” she said soothingly, while pushing a strand of curly black hair from my big green eyes. “You need to step back, it’s dangerous for a little girl like you. Where are your parents?”

            I became overcome by a flood of emotions. Anger? Sadness? This woman had told me to step back from the only home I had ever known. Would I do it? I don’t think so.

            “I think they’re at work,” I said sadly. I continued to stare at the pile of scree.

            The police-woman seemed to notice.

            “Did you know the family?” she asked, ushering me back behind the tape. “I heard they had a daughter about your age.”

            I looked down. My little six-year-old self didn’t comprehend what ‘had,’ had meant.

            “I guess you could say that,” I laughed humorlessly. Another tear sliding down my wet face.

            “Oh I’m sorry to hear that honey,” she replied. “Now run along.”

            And that’s what I did. Right after I saw two body bags that were most definitely filled being carried to a white van. With who? The two most important people in the world. The ones who I would never forget. My parents.

            I turned and ran. It was my parent’s anniversary today. They had decided to stay home and spend the day together.

            But I didn’t get is why my parents didn’t flee. Why would they stay in a burning house? They would have at least bothered to call 911. If they were asleep, wouldn’t the fire alarms have woken them?