Hey! Here's part 3! It's taken a turn for the worse... Tell me what you think.
October 5th, 1987
Dear Journal…
Last night was fun, until around midnight when everything went to hell…
After the gathering of family for my birthday, my aunt went back to her house in the city. I was officially 11 years old, but nothing felt different. I was still a little kid, and no matter how much one might mature, nothing could’ve prepared me for what had happened… I woke up to the smell of burning wood, and sat up, looking around my room. Heavy smoke filled my room, the roar of fire echoing down the long hallways of the house. I wanted to leave and go to my father’s room to wake him up, but when I went to the door, I put my paw on the handle, only to have it burn me. It still hurts even now. I could not go over to his room. I could only hope to god that he was okay. I started screaming for him to come help me, but only to hear nothing but the growing blaze licking away at my door, inching ever closer into my room. Suddenly, one of the windows burst from the growing pressure and the fire pulling at anything it could to get a better flow of air. I screamed as shards flew around me, only a couple scratching my body, many more tearing holes in my sleeping clothes. The room around me started to spin, my mind reeling with the shock of what was happening. I closed my eyes, regained my composure, and slowly made my way to the bookcase to pick you up, journal. I held you close to my chest and made my way back to the broken window, and opened it up so then my paws wouldn’t get cut up as I exited. I put you between in my mouth, holding onto you for dear life so then I could use both hands to climb down the latticework. For the last 15 feet, there was nothing but open air, and a bush below me. I closed my eyes, let go of the latticework, and fell, landing safely in the bush like my father had taught me.
I made my way out of the bush, and ran up the side of the hill that was our back yard, looking back into my father’s window to see if he was okay. He was pounding on the window, trying to force it open. The fire was already in his room, and must’ve melted the lock shut, making it unable to be opened. He had a look of terror on his face, and I could hear him mouthing my name, probably yelling, “Jacob! Jacob!†Lost in his frenzy, he was too busy to see me outside, but after a minute of his frantic bout, he finally had me in his sights, safely outside the house, away from the fire. Peace fell over his features, and he stood at the window, smiling at me. He was happy that I was safe, and was at peace with himself knowing that I was out of harms way. Just then, the window burst, and a back draft of fire blew a blaze of flame inwards, my heart sinking more than it ever had in my entire life. After the window had burst inward, I could hear tires out front screeching off into the distance. My mind started to reel. There was no way that this fire could’ve started itself… Pondering the source of this fire, I sat down on the hillside, watching my home burn to the ground, my cheekfur soaked with tears. They wouldn’t stop flowing…
The sun slowly started to rise, and I could hear fire engines out front of my house. I simply sat behind my house, watching it turn slowly into smoldering embers. A great blow had been dealt to my mind and emotions. I couldn’t speak to anyone about anything. Slowly, my heart started to harden, and my tears started to dry. I’m writing in you now, journal, as more of an adult than ever before. I feel as though my childhood was destroyed, taken from me by some unknown force.
My aunt is here to come pick me up from the police station now, and now I have to live with someone that only wants to trade my life for her sister’s again. She has no compassion for anyone unless they’re of some use to her. I feel from her that she thinks of me as only a burden, and nothing more. My father has just died in a fire, and she could care less about the trauma that I’ve been through. I guess things will only continue to go uphill from here, since once you reach rock bottom, there is not any way to go but up…
-Jacob
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