Waking up wanting food , The hunger is real.

Walking into the room of my grandmother, shaking with fear.

Waking her up, asking for food.

She tells me where the food is, i go and begin to make food.

Walking out of the kitchen i see the lighter and the candle.

Wanting to make the house smell good for my mother when she arrives.

The candle hot with the flame burning my hand.

i drop the candle and the flame begins to spread.

I run to the bathroom to gather some water.

I pour , i pour , and i pour but nothing. 

in a hurry i run upstairs and get my grandmother.

she tells me to go next door and call 911.

my grandmother and my 2 sisters still in the house.

from outside its very quite , even quilter than a mouse.

911 i call form next door , then all i hear is a big roar.

the flames explode while my grandmother and sisters run down the stairs. 

what have i done, are they dead?

they run out the house, bloody and bruised.

helicopters arrive and take only two. 

Forced to live in a house where i know none.

I wish i could take back what i have done.