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So Those What if House Fire Things...
10 years ago
My Commissions Are OPEN ★ Terms Of Service ★ Prices Well we had a house fire.
We're all okay and safe, and I even got my dogs out okay.
I'm doing the best that I can, so I guess okay would cover it, but it really doesn't.
More than half the time I'm okay, then random bursts of super high anxiety over ONE thing. It changes.
Although the one that hasn't changed, is my tablet. My art tablet. That I just bought. That has the wireless bit in it. Yeah that.
SO cause people always ask: What happened D: !?
Well I was sitting with Brian ABOUT to go to sleep when I smelled smoke. So being the paranoid that I am, I sent him to go see what it was, all the while joking: Nice to know that if this was a real fire you'd be this slow about it.
... it was a house fire
.... it was my house on fire.
I think I'm broken.
SO I called for my dad and yelling Fire (not screaming, cause I'm bad at that during serious situations =/ )
My brother also responds and asks what's going on and I tell him the house is on fire, to call 911 (oh my, I'm super bossy in these situations)
He eventually gets up after the 2-3rd time and comes to see what I see. So we go outside (me n socks n him barefoot)
Brian is trying his best in panic mind set to get pot of water to throw it on it.
Me n my dad though see the hose and grab it. Teamwork.
I'm still super ashamed of myself. I wasn't wearing my glasses so I couldn't see where the knob was... I had to call dad for help for that too.
So we got the hose on and he starts spraying it, my mom... let's not talk about that part okay, she was stupid about it.
Then Dad has me make sure that the fire isn't downstairs in the basement. It's not. But super smokey as fuck that I couldn't see down the stairs.
(VAL HOW WOULD YOU KNOW!? Because the smoke would have an orange glow to it, be smart kids)
So next I got my dogs out of the house, and slipped shoes on, got one his leash and just held them both as a few minutes later the police show up,
then the fire people.... took so long, like I said they would. AND WE LIVE ... or lived, idk right now...
THEY ARE RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET!!!
Then we start yelling at the 2nd floor neighbor to get his ass out of the house. Took him a hot minute >.>
If the fire built up anymore and he wouldn't have had a way down either...
No one could see smoke or anything in the front.... But I'm lucky I caught it in time to get us all out okay.
And that's all the drama part that you get.
The fire people think it was electrical, since the whole house is apparently wired illegally. Oh joy. It's a literal death trap.
A bunch of other things weren't up to code either.
We're not allowed back until the landowners have it all up to code.
Which includes having a licensed electrician come and cap all the live wires and then rewire the whole house.
Yaaaaaaaay.....
And that's all the drama part that you get.
We're all okay and safe, and I even got my dogs out okay.
I'm doing the best that I can, so I guess okay would cover it, but it really doesn't.
More than half the time I'm okay, then random bursts of super high anxiety over ONE thing. It changes.
Although the one that hasn't changed, is my tablet. My art tablet. That I just bought. That has the wireless bit in it. Yeah that.
SO cause people always ask: What happened D: !?
Well I was sitting with Brian ABOUT to go to sleep when I smelled smoke. So being the paranoid that I am, I sent him to go see what it was, all the while joking: Nice to know that if this was a real fire you'd be this slow about it.
... it was a house fire
.... it was my house on fire.
I think I'm broken.
SO I called for my dad and yelling Fire (not screaming, cause I'm bad at that during serious situations =/ )
My brother also responds and asks what's going on and I tell him the house is on fire, to call 911 (oh my, I'm super bossy in these situations)
He eventually gets up after the 2-3rd time and comes to see what I see. So we go outside (me n socks n him barefoot)
Brian is trying his best in panic mind set to get pot of water to throw it on it.
Me n my dad though see the hose and grab it. Teamwork.
I'm still super ashamed of myself. I wasn't wearing my glasses so I couldn't see where the knob was... I had to call dad for help for that too.
So we got the hose on and he starts spraying it, my mom... let's not talk about that part okay, she was stupid about it.
Then Dad has me make sure that the fire isn't downstairs in the basement. It's not. But super smokey as fuck that I couldn't see down the stairs.
(VAL HOW WOULD YOU KNOW!? Because the smoke would have an orange glow to it, be smart kids)
So next I got my dogs out of the house, and slipped shoes on, got one his leash and just held them both as a few minutes later the police show up,
then the fire people.... took so long, like I said they would. AND WE LIVE ... or lived, idk right now...
THEY ARE RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET!!!
Then we start yelling at the 2nd floor neighbor to get his ass out of the house. Took him a hot minute >.>
If the fire built up anymore and he wouldn't have had a way down either...
No one could see smoke or anything in the front.... But I'm lucky I caught it in time to get us all out okay.
And that's all the drama part that you get.
The fire people think it was electrical, since the whole house is apparently wired illegally. Oh joy. It's a literal death trap.
A bunch of other things weren't up to code either.
We're not allowed back until the landowners have it all up to code.
Which includes having a licensed electrician come and cap all the live wires and then rewire the whole house.
Yaaaaaaaay.....
And that's all the drama part that you get.
