Based on something that happened to me not to long ago.
Yesterday
Yesterday, I woke up to a text message and a missed call. I read and re-read the message dissecting each word as if there were buried treasure inside them, wishing it wasn't true. It was from my best friend, Blake who was sleeping over a friend's house that night.
It read: 3:15 am.
My house just caught fire.
My heart sunk down deep into the pit of my stomach, beating the fluids around. Nausea. Tears began to trickle down my face. I had to call him. My fingers shook uncontrollably as they squashed each number.
"Hello?"
I sighed at the sound of his voice.
"Hey" I choked.
"I guess you got my text, are you ok?" He asked.
"God Damn Blake, am I ok? I should be asking you that"
He chuckled.
"I'm sorry, you just sound like your crying or something"
"Well maybe it's the phone, just tell me what happened. Are you ok? How's your fami-". He cut me off knowing this was only the start of a barrage of questions that filled my head at the moment.
"I'm fine I was at my friends house, my sister and mom got out fine but my dads in the hospital for minor injuries we can't live in our house anymore though."
I sighed again. I tried to hold back everything I wanted to say and I picked one. "Well what are you going to do?"
"The Keating's said we could stay at their house until we find a long term hotel or something everything's going to be fine, no worries "
"Shut up, how can you say that?"
"Cause there's really nothing to worry about everything's covered and alright just calm down everyone's alright and everything's going to be alright."
"Alright alright alright" I said mocking his excessive use of the word.
He laughed again.
"Well I have to go to church. But after I'm going to bake you cookies for tomorrow, text me"
"I can't wait, ok bye"
I could feel him smiling over the phone.
"Bye" I smiled.