Alright, for the purpose of the intro, and to pique general curiosity, characters will not be revealed. Down the road (most likely the next chapter/ installment) characters will be identified. Back stories will be tweaked for the purpose of the story, but overall characteristics (for the most part) will stay the same. Some characters may deviate from their original attitudes and morals (possibly)- but hey this is my fanfic! lol I hope you all enjoy it and will please review! I would love to hear your opinions and feedback, this is my first story in several years so be honest please. :)
I sit here and watch the house burn. The wood splinters and strains, bearing the weight of a roof that has already succumb to the flames. A noble last stand, that shall end in shattered glass, broken keepsakes, smoldering and withered furniture; memories of a once unfulfilling life and marriage. I sit here and watch, as the culprit drill had blown to shrapnel, the back end of the house obliterated as the rest of the never-happy-home crumbles. Support beams pop, splinter, and give, as the Homeowners Association approved façade disintegrates and starts to resemble the "family" that once was. Just a small hole in a few light bulbs, that's all it took- well at least that wasn't my doing. I just bought the drill, a present for my husband that somehow ended up at my parents house- I didn't drill the holes. I didn't turn on the light, no one did... well no one in the house did- kind of hard to do when no one was home.
"I didn't see this coming.", a part of me wished to say that. Years of building and repressed tension; years of passive aggressive sarcasm flippantly ignored; years of a high school love plagued by reality and in-laws; and years of selfish work for selfish gain, all wrapped up in the false promises of a happy family and put on smiles. Well, after it was all said and done, the support snapped under the pressure, the roof and top floor came hurtling down. My old home was now a blazing heap, just like my parents current state of affairs. As the fire continued to light up the neighborhood, and threaten its other inhabitants, my last thought before the sirens was "I am guilty of aiding and abetting, and I'm not sorry."