I survived my mom and sister didn't. It was a house fire and I a woke to a room half full of smoke. My first thoughts were to get to my mom and sister. I ran to the hall way door and opened it, I never heard of feeling the door to see if it were hot or not. As I opened the door a searing black cloud immeditaly hit me and fill my room with so much smoke I was lost in my own room. I dropped to the floor and it wasn't till I felt the leg of a night stand to let me know where I was. I made it to the window and excaped the fire. Someone stopped that was driving down the road and called 911, I busted down the front door but the flames and heat were to hot for me to get in. I ran to there bed room windows and broke them out with my fists and screamed there names. Why couldnt they find the windows I heard one of them fall and hit the floor. My father wasn't there thank God or I would have lost everyone. He thinks the smoke got them while they were sleeping. I can't tell him the truth they were foung by the doors. I couldn't do anything but wait for the fire dept. I wouldn't leave till I seen them brought out. When they brought my mom out there was a heart beat and I watched while they tried to save her but I knew it was only her pacemaker she was in there way to long. I caughed up black tar for a week. Today would have been my moms birthday and it has been hard on my dad. If I would have slept for another 15 mins. I'd be with them. I take care of my father and try to do everything the same for him. He feels quilty he wasn't home at the time. I didn't watch any of the news coverage. They were all out here making a dollar on my loss or THE NEWS. I cried a couple tears today, I haven't allowed myself to cry. I do suffer from depression as I'm sure we all do. I do feel guilty they dont know how it started, I wonder if it was somwthing I done? Why did I make it? Sometimes I wish I didn't except for being able to take care of my father..
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