I yanked out my earbuds.That noise had to be a scream.Leaping out of bed, I slowed down and gradually made my way to the door.I felt warm air the closer I moved to the closed door.I placed my hand on the warm doorknob, turning the handle hoping it was just dad making a big deal out of his painting mistakes.The door slammed open.I stepped out of my room.I could smell the smoke before I saw the flames.The flames had nearly reached the top of the stairs ."Daddy!" I screamed.
The flames were dancing in the air.I felt a surge of fear as I watched the flames destroy everything within their path.My mind was only in one place, and that was if my dad was okay. " Dad!" letting out another scream, I looked to my left and right, but all I could see was smoke.It felt like I was in a dream.Slowly it was becoming hard to breathe.I couldn 't see anything, but dark smoke filling the air.My knees weakened. "HELP!" I cried.There was no one there. My body fell onto the wooden floor. " Daddy," I whispered gasping for air. I was sure I was going to die.
"Autumn, can you hear me?"
I gradually opened my eyes and was relieved to lay eyes on my grandma Nancy. Still feeling weak, I tried to force a smile on my face to let her know how happy I 'm to see her here.
"oh, Autumn," She cried while giving my hand a little squeeze.
I kept my eyes wide opened and studied her face.Her eyes were bloody red, her nose was running, something didn 't seem right. " Grandma, what happened? where is Dad?" I asked.
" You 're in the hospital, someone started a fire in your backyard and the first floor of the house caught on fire, unfortunately, your father was on the first floor," she said while looking down at her bony knees. " Where is he?" I asked.
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...d the noise that I have been fearing all this time, Beeeeeeeeeeb.
At the moment, I know that he was gone.
I’ve had a lot of experiences with death, but this time I had lost so much more than just a father. I had lost my best friend, my provider, my protector, I had become an orphan.
At times like this, I knew better than to ask, “Why me?”
As my father would alway say, “ Everything in life happens for a reason.”
I didn’t know what the reason for my dad’s death was, but I knew that he was in a much better place now.
The nurses ran in and kicked me out of the ICU. The tears had dried on my face.
I slowly walked out of the room and stood in front of the window on the hallway.
The sun was about to set, and dark clouds were forming. I watched as the sun disappeared feeling nothing but emptiness. I know that without my father sunsets will never be the same again.
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