Hi guys,

I know that on January 7th, I had posted at the end of my chapter, my New Years resolutions. I was saying how I was going to upload more and that I wanted to be healthier and that 2018 was going to be such a great year.

Well I was wrong. Two days after I posted that, my house burnt down. I lost everything I own, all my Justin Merch, all my baby pictures, all my memories I had of my passed grandparents. I almost lost my mother as well.

I'm going to tell you what happened, you can continue to read if you want to, or you can skip to the end to find out what is going to be happening with my future on Wattpad.

I was at work, I was actually having a really great day at work. I was so happy, I had just had my birthday a couple days before, I was glowing and radiating with happiness. I felt like I was in such a good place.

When I'm at work I never have my phone on me. If there is something important you need to talk to me about, you call my work. Simple.

Break time rolls around at 9:30 am, I always hang out with my dad on break and today I didn't check my phone until the last five minutes of my fifteen minute break. I had missed calls from my mom. And then I read the text message she had sent me.

"We are going to lose everything, our house is on fire."

She never told me if she was in the house, I couldn't remember if she was at work, I started screaming to my dad that we needed to go because my house was on fire. I've never seen my dad drive so quick. We were actually two streets over from the fire trucks and we were going the same speed as them. I could hear them the entire way. Now this whole time, I'm thinking my poor little dog is locked in is cage and no ones home. My first thought for when I got there, was that I needed to run into that house and save my dog.

My stomach was twisting and turning in ways that I never knew was possible. I didn't know if my mom was okay, I didn't know if my dog was okay. My whole life was literally going up in flames and I couldn't do a thing about it.

I know you guys are wondering how the fire started so I'm just going to quickly say that I lived in a huge house, but it was split into two apartments. So it was a duplex. My mom and I lived upstairs. My landlord was really a slumlord. He took away one of our exits for some stupid idea he had, leaving us with only one exit. And we had different people move in and out of the bottom unit for a long time so it always new faces around.

Well this new neighbour we had, moved in probably around November 2016. So she was pretty consistent. We noticed over time she started getting into the drugs, and we started having problems with her.

She even almost had me killed because she told a bunch of her druggy friends I had stolen their belongings. It wasn't until they came knocking on the door asking for me that we figured that out. God bless my mom being home.

And then a couple months before the fire I could hear weird bubbling noises, almost like a pot of boiling water, but I knew the girls bedroom was right below me so I couldn't say she was in the kitchen cooking. I had a fear for a long time that she was going to try and cook up her own drugs and blow us up. I even told my mom, "I'm really scared she's gonna set the house on fire one day." Little did I know just how right I was.

Back to the story now.

My dad and I pulled onto the street and I could just see the black smoke bellowing out of my bedroom window. And that's when the screeching sobs fell out of me. We couldnt pull up too close to the house because they had the road blocked. So my dad and I just parked on the side of a road and we got out.

I'm not kidding you, I fell to me knees sobbing. My dad ran over to me and picked me up, he had to help me walk/run down the street. I was sobbing and sobbing and I couldn't not take my eyes off of my burning house for the life of me.

We lived on the corner of a intersection so the cops had the two connecting roads blocked. I ran up to the officer in the middle and I just lost it.

"Where's my mom, and my dog, where are they!?" I sobbed. And he looked around so confused.

"This is my house." I whimpered, and he clued in that I must have belonged to someone there.

"This is your house? Okay, well a little old lady made it out." And I shook my head because I knew he wasn't talking about my mom.

"My mom, that's not my mom. She should be with a little black and white dog."

And he quickly ran off to find one of the firemen with more information for me.

It was taking them so long I thought I lost them both and I just fell into my dads arms and cried and cried.

A fire man came up to me and pointed to a women with a little dog, across and down the street and I screamed in relief.

It was my mom and my dog.

I took off running as fast as I could. "MOM, MOM IM HERE." And I fell to my knees as soon as I got to her. I picked my little baby up, kissed him a million times and I hugged the shit out of my mom.

My mom held me to her and just cried, "my baby, we are okay, but we are losing everything."

We turned and my dad hugged my mom telling her that he was glad she is okay.

My parents have been split up for 6 almost 7 years now, so they hadn't talked to each other since.

We turned and we just watched the flames engulf our house. The firemen broke every window and door and had hoses everywhere to put it out.

What made me the most pissed off. Was that the girl downstairs had no working fire alarms.

My mom was sleeping because she had worked late. She woke up to a funky smell in the apartment. So when she opened her door to look in the apartment it was filled with black smoke. She couldn't see a thing. She heard so much banging downstairs from the girl trying to put the fire out. She didn't even call 911. One of our neighbours did.

When the fire men we there. They were asking if everyone was out of the house and she was saying yes. She not once said that there was another apartment upstairs. She knew my mom was home. And even if she wasn't, she knew we had a dog upstairs. That bitch was gonna let them die. I'm so angry, you have no idea. I've never felt so much anger before.

Mom and I waited around the house till the fire was completely out so we could go inside and try to grab things to save.

The firemen had keep my mom and I separated from the girl downstairs because we tried to go after her, we wanted to beat her ass. 🤷🏻‍♀️

So we went up once the firemen gave us the clear and I cannot even begin to explain the smell. I've never smelt anything so horrid. I actually can't smell any sort of smoke now because it makes me feel like I'm suffocating. It's such a bad trigger now.

We walked into our apartment and everything was black. There was two inches of black sut on everything. You could even see the colour of our couch, and it was fire truck red. I walked into my room and I fell to the floor, all my Bieber posters were melted and ripped off the walls, my curtain was melted in half and black. My prom dress that was hanging in my window was ruined.

Everything was soaked from water. The glass was blown out of my window from the flames and I had glass everywhere. It's crazy to think that I almost didn't go to work that day. Had I of not gone. You wouldn't even know that I died. I wouldn't have survived it.

The only thing they saved was my crock board with my pictures and concert tickets on it.

I was worried, I had future tickets to see Harry Styles this June and Macklemore this July and Ed Sheeran this August. I would have lost them all, whoever did it, (may god bless their soul) they flipped the board upside down on my bed so the water never ruined the front pictures.

I grabbed them all.

Also let's not forget, I had every piece of make up that Kylie Jenner ever came out with, my whole collection was ruined, that is thousands and thousands of dollars down the drain.

All my clothes were ruined, I only had the clothes on back that I wore to work that day. That's it.

I lost everything in that fire.

My mom and I needed up staying with one of her friends for a while and we had some amazing people donate some money to us, enough that her and I were able to get the things we need and found a new house to rent. But now the insurance company is only going to give us $5,000 and says that is enough to replace everything.

Yeah no.

So we have to hire a lawyer and everything.

I know this story is all over the place and is such a mess but I figured you guys needed to know.

I'm so sorry for not updating or anything. But I've had a shit ton of things going on lately.

As of my future on Wattpad, I won't be going anywhere. I'm going to finish the story. Both my stories. But I don't have the time at the moment. I've been working my ass off to have money saved up.

One of my first purchases i will be doing is getting a new computer, and a new passport.

I love you guys and I'm so sorry if this was a mess to read. My brain is just all over the place rn and I can't think straight.

-M