Ever Since the Fire No money. No family. No home. Just a lot of stolen purses, bringing dulled colors to the sepulchral and somber room. Every day I wake up from my imaginary bed. The still freshly charred floor, covered in ashes. Lungs darkened by the smoky room, and my heavy heart still in pain. The sounds of screams and fire, ringing through my ears. Once, there had been a plush, luxurious bed that made me feel like a princess. Fast-forward to a few years later, and I am anything but feeling like a princess.
Every night is a nightmare, disturbed by every thump and bang. If only this was all a big nightmare. ‘Mom are you there?” but there’s never an answer, or at least ever since. No place to hide, no place to be. All I can do is …show more content…
The bright colors there had been once had fainted away. The luminosity in the sky that used to be there, had died out. It had been this way since the fire. No one was left. Except for me. And I knew that one day, even in the city, I would run out of purses to steal. The city was very similar to here, the only difference was that there were people left.
One leg. Then the other. My head, and my torn up body. I guess I really could fit. Bothered by this opportunity ever since they left, and finally, I was going to do it. It wasn’t right. But I had no other choice. I look over at my arm, seeing all the scars made by me. If I wasn’t going to jump out of the window, at least I was going to use it. I wish I had a rope. Or a knife. I had told myself it would get better, but it never did. One deep breath and it would be my last. The small pointed piece ripped through my skin. And I let …show more content…
I ring the doorbell and pray that he’s there.
Suddenly, the door brutally opens,
“Iris, what are you doing here?”, “And what’s that you’re holding in your hand?” he asks unwelcomingly. I knew he probably didn’t like me anymore, but it was better than having no one at all.
“Oh, just something, I’ll tell you more about it inside”, unlike before, this time I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I did. He looked a little reluctant, but he soon let me come in. His house was like a marvelous castle, lavish furniture, grand windows covered by long silky white curtains. Each room we passed brought back memories, that hopefully he also remembers.
“Ok, so what's the problem?” He tried to look me in the eyes but he was too focused on my arms and legs.
“Oh this? You know I just fell”, “And stuff,” I say, trying to joke about it. I know he didn’t believe me.
“Anyways, I just came to stay for a little bit…”, I didn’t know how to explain it to him.
“Well the thing is, I kind of stole someone's purse and they called the police” I say, trying not to look at
Every night is a nightmare, disturbed by every thump and bang. If only this was all a big nightmare. ‘Mom are you there?” but there’s never an answer, or at least ever since. No place to hide, no place to be. All I can do is …show more content…
The bright colors there had been once had fainted away. The luminosity in the sky that used to be there, had died out. It had been this way since the fire. No one was left. Except for me. And I knew that one day, even in the city, I would run out of purses to steal. The city was very similar to here, the only difference was that there were people left.
One leg. Then the other. My head, and my torn up body. I guess I really could fit. Bothered by this opportunity ever since they left, and finally, I was going to do it. It wasn’t right. But I had no other choice. I look over at my arm, seeing all the scars made by me. If I wasn’t going to jump out of the window, at least I was going to use it. I wish I had a rope. Or a knife. I had told myself it would get better, but it never did. One deep breath and it would be my last. The small pointed piece ripped through my skin. And I let …show more content…
I ring the doorbell and pray that he’s there.
Suddenly, the door brutally opens,
“Iris, what are you doing here?”, “And what’s that you’re holding in your hand?” he asks unwelcomingly. I knew he probably didn’t like me anymore, but it was better than having no one at all.
“Oh, just something, I’ll tell you more about it inside”, unlike before, this time I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I did. He looked a little reluctant, but he soon let me come in. His house was like a marvelous castle, lavish furniture, grand windows covered by long silky white curtains. Each room we passed brought back memories, that hopefully he also remembers.
“Ok, so what's the problem?” He tried to look me in the eyes but he was too focused on my arms and legs.
“Oh this? You know I just fell”, “And stuff,” I say, trying to joke about it. I know he didn’t believe me.
“Anyways, I just came to stay for a little bit…”, I didn’t know how to explain it to him.
“Well the thing is, I kind of stole someone's purse and they called the police” I say, trying not to look at