1 A Good Start

So, first of all, you need to know I was born with a VERY weak heart. So it all started when I was around 4 years old, we were in our apartment when a fire started from the floor below first. We didn't notice until my dad came running up to our apartment telling us to get out of the apartment. So my mom grabbed me and got me into the elevator which had not broken down yet. So I was taken to safety first since I was the youngest and weakest of the kids. After that, my dad came down with one of my older sisters and with the tiny amount of time he could pair he started saying his goodbyes to my mom and telling her that he's going in to save the other three kids. At this point, the fire was roaring to leave the windows.

So he was on his way into the building again but when he got into the building he realized that the elevator didn't work, you could hear them screaming for our dad to come. So he climbed the stairs which were already starting to burst in flames making it impossible for him to even get remotely close to the top floor. He came back out after four minutes with severe burns rolling on the floor in agonizing pain. After fifteen minutes of waiting and crying, the fire department came to our place and started putting it out with their fire hose, It took a while but not too long since it wasn't able to spread anymore. But when they had put the fire out u could no longer hear screams of my sibling nor the sound of anyone in our apartment. All you could see where outlines of the siblings I loved and knew since my birth.

After that accident, we all stayed at my grandparent's house for a while mourning. But then it all calmed down for a while, we were starting to try to stop crying and trying to smile as much as we could, me still being an of a young age still hadn't quite understood what had happened.

This is where I meet my best friend Tristan. He had also lost his parents in an accident a car accident to be exact. Me and him started getting a bit closer day after day, he was also living with his grandparents.

Four years passed and we both just turned eight

Amzi: "Hey Tristan!"

Tristan "Yeah what is it Amzi?"

Amzi: "I'm wondering, where do the dead people go to?"

Tristan: " My grandmother told me they go to heaven"

Amzi: "Do you think heaven is nice?"

Before Tristan could answer I hear my mom shouting at me that we are going to the store. I hurriedly t tell my goodbyes to Tristan before running to my mother and father at max speed. When I arrive we all get into the car and start going towards the store. We had to drive for an hour to get to the closest store available. While driving there the rain starts pouring and the sky starts turning dark making it very hard to see the road in front of us. My mom barely being able the road started going a little bit faster when suddenly we see a flashing light in front of us it was a truck, my mom tried to turn to the right to go off the road but couldn't make it in time because of the distance. It got a solid

hit on the car and we started spinning out of the road. As the fear of crashing grabs my heart I start getting aches in it making me scream "MOMMY IT HURTS" "MOMMY HELP" my mom saw a quick glimpse of me holding my heart before we made an impact with the side of the road, flipping our car over. The truck had stopped and the driver, fortunately, made it and started calling 911 to get an ambulance to us. At this point, my parents had explained to me that my siblings were no longer alive and that I wouldn't be able to see them ever again.

Tristan: " My grandmother told me they go to heaven"

Amzi: "Do you think heaven is nice?"

My father woke up with glass implanted into his leg which made him flinch, he then realized I was in the car and started looking for me and made a quick shout "Amzi!" after hearing that shout my mother started waking up as well, she worried started looking for me, after a quick look into the backseat the saw a kid holding his chest with a tight grip and a face that said "Help me" my mother started to get out of the bent car, to try to get a hold of me and help me my father did the same. After groaning and flinching because of the glass fragments my father had in his leg they finally made it out of the bent indoors. They quickly got a hold of me and felt a very weak pulse, They started to hold me as they currently didn't know what to do. They were started making it towards the road as they were holding me in their hands, both of them crying, when they got closer to the road they heard the sound an ambulance, which had just now arrived. The medics saw the couple coming from the car and rushed towards them with a stretcher, when they reached the couple they also spotted the child the parents were holding while in tears. The medics quickly grabbed me to check my pulse and my condition and then put me on the stretcher making a run for it towards the ambulance with all the medical equipment in it. But when they arrived at the ambulance the medics knew that it was already too late to save him. They informed the parents about his death, and then took them in for a checkup to see that they weren't damaged.