Twice, first as a stupid teenager, oblivious to self destruction, I burnt down my parent’s kitchen… My punishment, rebuild it, not as before but better.
Second time, I awoke on the floor, throat burning, blindly crawling till I found a patio door, the air on the balcony so welcoming. Turned out the apartment two down was on fire, the smoke coming through the heating vents filled mine.
To think of it still scares me.
Stephanie (16-01-15)