Fully Alive
Have you ever got the feeling like someone is always with you? But when you turn around no one is there, I do. I was fifteen when my house burnt down; the flames took my family too. I had mother, Carla; a father, peter and a sister, Alex. It has been a year since the fire, which means I’m sixteen soon. I now live with my aunt and uncle in their mansion in Halifax Country which is in North Carolina.
“Cassie! Detective Pete would like to talk to you!” My Aunt Annie shouted from downstairs, her voice echoed a little before it completely disappeared. I open my eyes immediately after hearing who would like to talk to me. I jump out of bed and race to my closet, I strip off my pajamas and I grab my jeans, blue tank top and black sneakers. I rushed to get dressed; it has been three months since I last spoke to Detective Pete about the investigation of the fire. Maybe. Just maybe, they have found who started, it or what started it.
“Cassie! Are you up there?” I hear my Uncle shout. I thought he was at work, he owns a major expensive hotel in town called Paradise.
“I’m coming!” I shouted back, I was now pulling on my sneakers. I stand up and just I was about to leave I look over to my bed, it was still unmade. I sigh and quickly pull my sheets straight and re-tuck them under my huge double bed mattress. I reached over to the other side of my bed to retrieve my duvet; it was turquoise with a dark red stripe going through the middle. Once I had fluffed and put the pillows back on my bed, I ran out of the huge white door out my bedroom. Jogging down the hall I noticed out of the year I have been living here the floor was actually wooden. I take my time going down the marble stair case, I didn’t want to take any chances falling over and down the stairs while Detective Pete was here, the stair case had always been so slippery. I entered the living room where my Aunt, Uncle and Detective Pete where sitting. Pete stood up; his suit he was wearing was a navy color and a pink tie hung from his neck, an ID was hanging by a clip of his breast pocket. He had a ginger beard and fiery red hair.
“Cassie,” He shook my hand “It’s nice to see you again,” After shaking my hand he stuck it back n his pocket.
“Some sit down next to me, honey” I looked over at my Aunt Annie, her bright smile seemed to light up her whole face. She had Honey blonde hair with the boldest gold eyes I have ever seen, she wore a light yellow summer dress, and her feet were bare. She looked a lot like my Mum; I took a seat between my Uncle and her. My uncle had bleach blonde hair with pale blue eyes; he wore board shorts with a velvet red robe over it. They were such a happy couple, considering they were only in their later twenties.
“Cassie, I’m here to tell you that the investigation of the fire has gone cold” Pete interrupted my thoughts. What did that mean? Had they found who or what caused it?
“What does that mean?” I asked, my voice sounded confused.
“It means that there isn’t enough evidence to support the investigation any further, sweetheart” My Uncle put his arm around my shoulders “The case has been closed” I felt like someone had just cut me open and ripped my heart out.
#FF0000 ">To be continued...
