A person dies and our life goes on, another person dies and our life still goes on, a friend dies and everything stops. You wake up like any other day, you have no idea. You’re excited because you start Drivers Ed today and you can’t wait to drive on your own like all your friends.
It’s so early but you slowly drag yourself to the kitchen and begin your breakfast, shower, brush teeth, and get dressed routine. While making breakfast you burn yourself, “OW the pan didn’t even look hot!” It’s funny how some of life’s biggest dangers are never seen. You finally finish everything and are ready to go, when you realize YOU’RE LATE!
You sprint to the car and drive to the class, all the while thinking of how “there is never enough time”. You arrive to the building only to find that the class has been cancelled because not enough students signed up. Could this day get any worse?!
You go home frustrated and try to entertain yourself because you’re already awake. Play the guitar, watch YouTube videos, and go on and off facebook, the usual stuff, but there’s nothing usual about today. Around 11:00 am you jump on facebook and see one or two strange statuses saying the same thing “RIP Dunsmuirs”.
Your first thought is, it’s a joke but you don’t understand how it’s funny. Then you watch the news and you see the house, the house where you spent so many days, the house where you celebrated your 16th birthday, and the house that felt like home consumed with smoke and blackened by flames. You freeze for a moment and then all at once you’re struck by emotions like a barrage of punches to the gut. Your body is so overloaded with feelings that you just let it out in one long, loud scream. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
After yelling and punching every inanimate object near you, you finally relax and start to think about what has happened, and how it happened. The news report says the firemen did their best but how could that be? If they did their best wouldn’t your friend still be here? Why wasn’t their best good enough?
Why weren’t you there to help? One brain isn’t enough to process this information, so you text some friends and try to make any sense out of it that you can.
You decide to meet up with some friends because you CAN’T be alone right now and you NEED to get out of the house.
Jonathan
Jonathan and I, 2012
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