Post by yuya on Sept 28, 2007 0:00:50 GMT -5
Well, I think that last time I was on, it was like...almost a year ago? Yeah well, I remember starting posting again this winter. Anyway, you know what halted my posting this winter? A fire.
Yes, my house was swept by a raging fire which had started in the basement. The insurance company payed most of it and the conditions in the contract was that we rebuild in the same spot so that we don't have to go through the whole legal mumbo jumbo of a new adress etc etc etc...besides, we wouldn't have it any other way. Life was nutsty. I mean really nutsty. We managed to rent a house for six months, like up until a month ago, and lived there. Life was hard, we had to travel from the rented house to the hole that was left of our pristine castle.
The once shinny little spot light lining underneath the roof, were now rusted and fell apart as they were thinned out by flames. The beautiful pink bricks were now piles of smokey pink dust skattered here and there.
And we had to dig our own hands into the moistened and soot filled dirt every day. Our tears didn't seem to bring it all back no matter what. Some of us wouldn't dare sleep again because we were all woken up by my mother yelling to get out quickly. To this day, I close my eyes and see the flames licking up the side of the kitchen wall as I was walking past. To this day, my muscled ache and shake with the fear of survival.
Most of us were half dressed. I wore nothing but a white school T-shirt, a white thong, a white bra and my fake black leather coat which I had picked up mechanically after jumping out of bed. Our feet were bare, except my mom's and my sister's. They wore socks.
I remember I stopped a moment, looking at my wardrobe door, not really realising I wouldn't see it anymore, as I pondered if I had time to pick up my pajama pants and the bird cage. I knew where my pants were, but I wasn't entirely sure. The thought of losing my babies when I could easily make a small sacrifice of my own. So I decided to take the cage and I walked out. Yes, walked.
I saw the mighty flames, they had thorned through the basement door and were licking the wall in the kitchen. I had to stop right next the it, enveloped in a cloud of smoke so thick, I could cut through it with a knife. I thought of my birds in that moment and started walking towards the door. I couldn't run or jog because there were people in front of me and I was the last one. I got to the door in about twenty seconds and you' think that the fire wouldn't get there as fast as it did.
The flames were licking the back of my legs and my back also. I guess there was barely an inch between me and the flames before I stepped onto the balcony, both of my feet in the snow.
My mom thought of picking up every key set she could in one swoop, they were on hooks right next to the door we took to escape. She said she heard some of them drop to the floor. We had four cars, two got out. They were my parent's cars, rented cars.
So my two brother's cars went up in flames.
Well, now I'm in a new house, newly built. Even though we had just renovated the last one, this one has all we want and more. And by more, I mean problems. =/ Trivial things that will cost more money, but hopefully, not our money.
Yes, my house was swept by a raging fire which had started in the basement. The insurance company payed most of it and the conditions in the contract was that we rebuild in the same spot so that we don't have to go through the whole legal mumbo jumbo of a new adress etc etc etc...besides, we wouldn't have it any other way. Life was nutsty. I mean really nutsty. We managed to rent a house for six months, like up until a month ago, and lived there. Life was hard, we had to travel from the rented house to the hole that was left of our pristine castle.
The once shinny little spot light lining underneath the roof, were now rusted and fell apart as they were thinned out by flames. The beautiful pink bricks were now piles of smokey pink dust skattered here and there.
And we had to dig our own hands into the moistened and soot filled dirt every day. Our tears didn't seem to bring it all back no matter what. Some of us wouldn't dare sleep again because we were all woken up by my mother yelling to get out quickly. To this day, I close my eyes and see the flames licking up the side of the kitchen wall as I was walking past. To this day, my muscled ache and shake with the fear of survival.
Most of us were half dressed. I wore nothing but a white school T-shirt, a white thong, a white bra and my fake black leather coat which I had picked up mechanically after jumping out of bed. Our feet were bare, except my mom's and my sister's. They wore socks.
I remember I stopped a moment, looking at my wardrobe door, not really realising I wouldn't see it anymore, as I pondered if I had time to pick up my pajama pants and the bird cage. I knew where my pants were, but I wasn't entirely sure. The thought of losing my babies when I could easily make a small sacrifice of my own. So I decided to take the cage and I walked out. Yes, walked.
I saw the mighty flames, they had thorned through the basement door and were licking the wall in the kitchen. I had to stop right next the it, enveloped in a cloud of smoke so thick, I could cut through it with a knife. I thought of my birds in that moment and started walking towards the door. I couldn't run or jog because there were people in front of me and I was the last one. I got to the door in about twenty seconds and you' think that the fire wouldn't get there as fast as it did.
The flames were licking the back of my legs and my back also. I guess there was barely an inch between me and the flames before I stepped onto the balcony, both of my feet in the snow.
My mom thought of picking up every key set she could in one swoop, they were on hooks right next to the door we took to escape. She said she heard some of them drop to the floor. We had four cars, two got out. They were my parent's cars, rented cars.
So my two brother's cars went up in flames. Well, now I'm in a new house, newly built. Even though we had just renovated the last one, this one has all we want and more. And by more, I mean problems. =/ Trivial things that will cost more money, but hopefully, not our money.
