It was a normal night for little William. He was cuddled in
bed with his favorite stuffed dog. William was only 8 years old. His mother was
reading him a story before he went to sleep. Before the story was finished his
sister Katia peeked in and said her goodnights. “G ‘Night kiddo!” She said
cheerfully. “Night Katia!” Will replied.
His mother finished the story, and kissed his head. “Good
night William.” His mother said quietly. “Mom! How many times have I told you
to call me Will!” Will said, “Good night mom!”
His mother chuckled, “Good night ‘Will’” His mother said.
She turned off the light and closed the door.
Will tossed around in his bed until he could find a comfortable
position. After he found a comfortable position he closed his eyes, and went to
sleep.
Hours later Will herd a big POP! He went outside his room to
see his house burning. He smelled smoke everywhere, and screamed for his
parents. “MOMMY!!!! DADDY!!!!!” He couldn’t hear a reply when his sister came. “Will!
We need to get out of here!” Katia lifted him off the floor and started rushing
down the stairs. “What about mommy and daddy?” Will said worried. Katia said
nothing, but had a pained look on her face. “Katia where’s mommy?!” “Will….
There’s nothing we can do!” Will looked at her hands. They were burned very
badly, like she tried to move something burning.
Katia kicked down the front door, and they saw ambulances
and fire trucks coming to their house. When they got to their house Will and
Katia were surrounded by people putting them into beds. They were separated for
the drive, but luckily Katia got them to make them share a room. Katia had
something to say to Will.
After all the doctors treated burns and stuff. Katia had to
talk to Will.
Katia was about to cry, but she held back her tears for a
few minutes. “Will…. About mom and dad. I saw you looking at my burned hands.
They’re burned because a ton of burning wood fell on mommy and daddy’s door
before they could get out. Unless they climbed out the windows or something….
There’s no chance they survived.”
Will had to ponder this for a moment. What did ‘survive’
mean?
Katia gave Will a caring look. Then she continued. “Survive
means to live. They probably didn’t survive. I’m so sorry Will!”
Katia started to cry, and then Will started to cry too. The
two young children all alone cried in their hospital room. After a while a
doctor came in with sad eyes.
“There were two other people in your house correct? Well….
They found two bodies in the building. I’m so sorry. If there’s anything we can
do. Suppose a phone call? We’ll get to it right away.”
Katia just told them to give her and her brother a few
minutes. Then they continued to cry, and share fond memories about when their
parents were alive.
“I’m really going to miss them.” Will said.
“Me too. Remember when mom would call you William all the
time even though you wanted to be called Will?” Katia said and chuckled.
“Yeah…. I want you to call me William now. Just like mommy
did.” Will- no…. William said.
Katia gave another chuckle and said, “Alright. Come here.”
She opened her arms ready to give William another hug. Will lunged himself into
her arms and started to cry again.
They were in the hospital for a couple weeks, and when they
were released they stayed at their grandparent’s house. They were very nice,
and took good care of them. After a couple days some people came to the door
and asked if Katia and William wanted to go through the remains of their house
to see if they could find any belongings.
When they got to the house it was tragic. It still kept its
shape, but it was all black and burned. They looked through for a few minutes.
Katia found a couple of her books and photos, and William found his stuffed
dog. Then they went to their parent’s room.
Katia found some of her mother’s jewelry, and then William
found a cloth. He knew right away it was his mother’s. She always put it on her
favorite dress. Katia came over to William and gave William a watch. It was his
father’s watch.
“I think you should have this.” Katia said.
“Thank you…. I don’t want to stay here anymore Katia. It’s
scary, and it’s just making me feel more horrible….” William said almost
crying.
“I feel the same way. Come on, it’s dangerous to go without
me.” Katia said.
William and Katia went to their new home and looked at the
stuff they found. The people that took them to their house said if they found
anymore belongings they would go to them.
“William…. Things are going to change a lot. I just want you
to be prepared, okay?” Katia said.
“Alright Katia.” William replied.
After a few months they went back to school. They were both
nervous, but that couldn’t stop them. William’s friend greeted him as soon as they
saw him.
“Hey Will! What’s up! I heard about everything that
happened. I’m really sorry about your house, and your parents.” His friend
said.
“Thanks…. You know what? I kind of want to be called William
now. Um…. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” William said.
“Oh no! It’s fine William! I think that’s a cool name too!”
His friend said trying to cheer him up. William just walked to class with his
friend. Even though his friend tried to make conversation William wasn’t
talking too much. His friend wasn’t offended at all. He knew William would be
talking again someday. Until then he just had to be there for him.
William was wearing his father’s watch, and had his mother’s
cloth wrapped around his arm. It was made out of silk, and it was damaged
during the fire, but it got fixed and it was almost new. William held both of
these things close, and never let them go.
After school was over William watched as the parents reunite
with their children. After a little while it was too much for William to bear,
and he went and he hid in a bush and cried. After a while his sister came and
found him.
“Too much to bear, huh?” His sister came and hugged him.
“H-hi Katia….” William wiped his tears away, and got up.
Katia brushed the dirt and twigs off his jeans.
Katia took William’s hand and walked him home.
Yeaaaaaaahhhh.... It has a happy ending. That's not all of his life. William's a lot older than 8. At one point in his life he loses Katia, and his grandparents. Originally Katia was also supposed to die in the fire, but I forgot I was going to do that.... So by the time I realized it I was quite a way into writing it and I didn't want to start over. I don't know if I'll write the next part because I don't know how Katia will pass away. I think after that he runs away. Then somehow he gets his fearful power. Then roams about. :I
I bet this story sucks.... Oh well, try to enjoy it please. I tried to write a good story.
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