• Amy leans over and blows out the candles on her cake, we all cheer as she makes a wish... That was how i was hoping for it to go down... What really happened was a tragic story of a hellish self brought on tragedy. I warn anyone of the faint of heart to discontinue reading.
    At the age of six, on the night of my sisters birth day. November 2nd. What was supposed to be the best day of her eight year old life. As i waited in my room, contemplating what to give to her. I decided, to make her a cake. One that someone made themselves, not one bought from a store. Simple enough, right? Not for a six year old. I went into the kitchen mixed together a concoction which was supposed to be cake mix. After pouring it into a shiny bowl i put it in the oven climbed onto a chair and started the oven. I went to my den with the timer, the batteries were dead. I fell asleep on the couch, My dog knocked me off the couch so i awoke in pain, and in a sweat. It was hot, and i had no idea why. I remembered about the cake and ran to the kitchen eager to deliver it to my sister. Instead of the cake i found a flame bursting out of the broken oven. As i came in the fire ignited the over hanging cabinets. Soon the house was in flames. I decided at this point to try to save everyone i had held so dear. I went for my sister first. When i cam into her room she was gone. No trace as to where she could've gone i skipped her and left her room. When i came out the roof had turned orange in the blaze i had created. As i ran to alert my parents, they were leaving the room running to get me and take me out of this living hell. Instead of saving me, a falling beam crushed my mother, my father leaned over and tried to lift the flaming beam off of her. His hands were bloody and black, but he wouldn't give up. He tried to save her until the flames engulfed him and he fell to the floor dead. At this point i had to choose. There was one thing i could do and two options. Save my baby brother, two years of age. Or my dog, 12 years. I being the selfish b*****d that i am. Decided instead of getting my brother, to save my elderly dog. As i released him from his cage, and took him out the back porch. I came to hear loud sirens. Some one had alerted the fire men about or situation. As i came to the front i found my sister caked in blood and ash in a blanket by the truck that had recently pulled up. As i turned and watched as my life, and purity in life burned to ashes. I couldn't help but hate myself, i still do to this day, at the age of four-teen. With blood on my hands me and my sister were sent to an orphanage. My dog had no need too, he died of old age in the transport provided to us. That's right my dog died of old age, but my young baby brother, who could've lived for and entire lifetime, was sacrificed by me, all for not... Then began the second hellish experience of my life. Orphanage. Being an orphan itself isn't a real hell, but the things i experienced during lead me to really be in hell.

    Amy died of lung disease a week later:. November 2nd 1993- November 9th 2001
    -Before she died, as she laid in her death bed, she blamed every problem in her life on me, then again it's not like i didn't...