Now I know what you're thinking, how did I get to become a part of the famous Jackson clan? Well it's a long story, but since you are listening, I'm gonna tell you anyway. Oh, and if at times I sound like a d-bag, just know that I've learned to take life less seriously than others. So just, know you've been warned. Well, it all started on April Fool's Day night, and that night I felt like one.
It had been a long shift for me. Work was slower than usual, and that meant fewer tips. Worse yet, some idiots got into it with each another and throw a beer bottle at my head. He missed, but a couple ofthe shards of the glass embedded themselves in my back. Yeah, I work at a bar, but it is not the kind you think of. I just wanted to fall out across the sofa and sleep for the whole weekend. Too bad, I had to work Friday. I looked at the old, abandoned warehouse my brother and I called home. Don't feel sorry for me, at least we were living somewhere. I knew my little brother was going to be mad at me for working so late, but we needed the extra money for clothes and food. I snuck into the window, careful not to alert him by opening the door. To my surprise, he was curled up on the sofa, snoring. But it wasn't the fact that he was lying on the sofa that shocked me, he never snored in his life. I crept closer to Travis (that's his name) so I could put this sight into a mental scrapbook. When I did, however, I noticed that he was wide-awake and wheezing. I immediately rushed to him, worried about what was happening. He saw me with glazed hazel eyes and whimpered.
"April."
I told him not to talk and immediately took my hoodie off. It was at that time I noticed the smoke and the effects it was having on me. I knew I had to do something to keep him from breathing in any more fumes and instantly remembered a survival tip I had learned from the internet (Helpful thing to think about at a time like this). I took a bottle of water from the bag I had on my back and poured it all on my jacket. It then gave it to my little brother and told him to put it over his nose and mouth. He did what I told him and I carried him in my arms towards the door. And just when I thought that things couldn't get any worse than it was, I remembered that the door was still locked.
I was beginning to panic until I remembered the fire escape in the window I had entered from. I ran to find it, which is a hard thing to do when everything starts blurring together, and managed to get Travis and myself out into of the death trap.
I began to relax as we moved further and further away from the building, but started to freak out as I felt my brother's body go limp in my arms. I looked down and saw that his lips were turning blue. I ran as fast as I could to the UCLA hospital, hoping that they would help me. Little did I know that, in a couple of hours, my life would change forever.
