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It's true,
"What you don't know can kill you- though it doesn't have to hurt."
"What you don't know can kill you- though it doesn't have to hurt."
Because that's my job.
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CHAPTER ONE- PROLOGUE
JUST TO SAVE MY SKIN
I stood there, watching from afar as the fire grew bigger. I couldn't run. Heck, I couldn't even walk. I felt useless. Frozen in time. All the while it was headed straight for them.
But they wouldn't know that, now, would they?
Children hardly ever realize danger, because there's always someone there to weather the storm for them. But no one could weather this storm.There would be four more deaths as a result of this incident.
And this meant more blood on my hands- even though I didn't do anything.
But maybe that's the reason.
So I just stood there, at the near end of the hall, watching those children as they continued to play in the kitchen to my left. A few tripping over trays, banging pots together, and running toward each other with those sweet smiles. Smiles that wouldn't last long. But I stood there against my will and watched the fire as it slowly crept toward them. They seemed completely unaware.
I tried screaming.
" Move! Get outta here!"
A feeling of annoyance and anger overwhelmed me, because I knew they couldn't hear me.
But I was partially annoyed at myself.
'Cause I wasn't screaming so that they could survive, either.
I only screamed so they could have a chance of surviving, and maybe I could have the slightest chance of going through one day without having to think about this- or feel the guilt.
Because this was all a dream. And, unfortunately, my dream was their reality.It's been that way for as long as I can remember.
And it'll be me, who wakes up tomorrow morning as if none of this ever happened.
As if I never heard their screaming, never heard their pleading.
Never saw the accidental oil spill that caused the fire in the first place.
Never saw the exact moment when the fire engulfed them in a blanket of red.
And I'll pretend that I don't know that which I know all too well. So I can sit with everyone else as the news reporters just replay to me what I've already seen.
--ALL OF THE GRUESOME IMAGES FROM "THE DAYCARE FIRE"--
-"YES, KATY, THIS IS A VERY SAD STORY AND A SUDDEN TRAGEDY TO BEHOLD-..."
-"YES, KATY, THIS IS A VERY SAD STORY AND A SUDDEN TRAGEDY TO BEHOLD-..."
Hell, I might even try to act surprised when I hear of the 'sudden tragedy' that occurred while no one was around.
Because I was. And even though I know exactly how those children died, I'll pretend that I don't.
Just to keep myself from dying along with them.
PROLOGUE/END
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"So this is your book?" I asked, picking up an old, worn, copy of A Tale of Two Cites from the floor of his room.
"Yeah. Never finished it, though," he laughed "Never even made it past chapter one."
"How come?"
"Because," he answered, "Didn't like how the story began, I just figured that I wouldn't like how it ended, either," he replied, picking up his soda can once again.
"So..?"
"So..," he continued, reluctantly setting down his can of Coca-Cola, "I just stopped readin' it, I guess."
'Just stopped readin'...' I echoed in my mind.
If only it were that easy.
Some people have all the luck.
If only it were that easy.
Some people have all the luck.
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