My name is Renée and I died in a fire. I was sleeping upstairs in my room when I woke up due to the fire alarm. I tried to get to my little brother's room to help him escape.
I found him crawling on the floor and we ran. downstairs and I was thankful that the stairs weren't in flames. When we got downstairs I looked for an open exit and found none and we hug...
For one last time.I whispered, "I love you. Goodbye." As we and everything around us burned.
My brother, he's gone. I don't know if he moved on, but I know I can't. I won't. I don't deserve to move on. I couldn't protect him.I couldn't protect my brother.
People placed candles in front of our old gate in memory of my brother and I. I watched kids walk by having the time of their lives. I would sit on the swings in our old yard at night.
There's nothing really exciting to do. All I can do is watch. Watch others grow up and see them have the life my brother and I can never had the chance to enjoy.