Writers block let up a tad so I put this together before I could forget it; I know its basic but its almost and indeapth outline. Let me know what you think? 
I pulled into the street; ignoring the sick feeling in my stomach as I saw the road blocked by emergency crews. I pulled up next to a Police Officer who shook his head at me and motioned for me to turn around and leave the street.
“I’m not going anywhere; I live up there what is going on?” I asked him briskly as he turned his and murmured into his radio before turning back to me a dark look on his face.
“What number house do you live at?” He asked as I narrowed my eyes at him, refusing to believe that this was anything to do with me; it was a gas leak or a fire. It didn’t involve my family. “Sweetie, what number?” He pushed again when I didn’t answer him.
“5,” I snapped at him as I pulled my phone out and dialed my mother’s number; feeling a lick of fear as it went to voice mail. “It’s Andie, where are you and why can’t I get home? Call me back!” I demanded into the phone as the Officer lent into my window and turned off my ignition.
“You better come with me Andie.” He said opening my door for me as I sat staring at him relisation hitting me; it was my house, it was my family. I shoved passed him and tore down the street ignoring him as he yelled after me; every step I took I felt hysteria building in my chest. Shoving through the last lot of Police officers; I felt my stomach drop.
My house was ablaze; the Fire Fighters combating it were losing quickly as they fought the bright red flames. I spun around looking for my mother and Don; they would be standing together, Mum crying into Don’s chest as she they watched the house turn to ash before them. No matter where I looked I couldn’t find them; I tried my mother’s number again. Still going to voicemail; maybe they weren’t here, maybe they had gone shopping or to pick up Willo from where ever he ran off to.
“Andie, you need to get back behind the barrier right now!” The Officer yelled at me as I walked back towards him, the look on my face telling me I was wrong. “Do you have anyone that you can call?” He asked as he sat me down on the gutter; watching as I fought to stop the shakes that had just started rocking through my body.
“I can call my real Dad. What happened to them?” I choked through tears and convulsions, my mother and step father were dead; I had wished it on them so much over the last 2 years that it made me feel sick to think about it now.
“We aren’t sure how the house caught alight, but we are certain that your parents are in there. I am so sorry for your loss Andie.” He told me, touching my hand as I began to sob harder; I managed to choke out a “How?” before my throat closed around another sob. “Your neighbours heard them crying out for help.” He told me; before eyeing the Ambulance officers nearby.
I could feel my stomach churning but I forced myself to say the words aloud, “So my mother and stepfather are dead. What about Willo?” I asked as the Officer looked down at me blankly, not forming any kind of connection. “Donald’s son, he’s my age; he was living with us.” I told him; feeling my stomach reach and I leaned over and threw up.
“Donald didn’t have a son Andie,he doesn’t have any other family. We’ve checked his records already to see who to call; your Mother was his only contact.” He said as he waved the Paramedics over to me; eyeing me like I was only to unravel any second.
My head was too turned around by the news of my dead Mother to form much of an argument. “No, he had a son. He lived with us, check the school. We went to school today.” I babbled as I fumbled for my phone again, determined to bring up Willo’s number; flicking through my contacts I couldn’t find the number I wanted. A wave of shakes washed over me and had me being sick again, before resting my throbbing head in my hands.
“You’ve just been through something horrible Andie; and you’re not feeling well its making you believe things that aren’t real; these men will talk you to the hospital and your dad will meet you there.” He smiled sadly, “I’m so sorry for your loss Andie.” He said as he lead me over to the Ambulance; I went to argue with him again, but the look on his face stopped me. He thought I was unhinged, if I kept arguing I’d find myself in the Mental Health Ward.
The last thing I saw of the street was a flash of fresh bright red flames erupting from the burning house before I climbed into the Ambulance, fresh tears streaming down my face. “He is real.” I breathed as he closed the doors on me.
I pulled into the street; ignoring the sick feeling in my stomach as I saw the road blocked by emergency crews. I pulled up next to a Police Officer who shook his head at me and motioned for me to turn around and leave the street.
“I’m not going anywhere; I live up there what is going on?” I asked him briskly as he turned his and murmured into his radio before turning back to me a dark look on his face.
“What number house do you live at?” He asked as I narrowed my eyes at him, refusing to believe that this was anything to do with me; it was a gas leak or a fire. It didn’t involve my family. “Sweetie, what number?” He pushed again when I didn’t answer him.
“5,” I snapped at him as I pulled my phone out and dialed my mother’s number; feeling a lick of fear as it went to voice mail. “It’s Andie, where are you and why can’t I get home? Call me back!” I demanded into the phone as the Officer lent into my window and turned off my ignition.
“You better come with me Andie.” He said opening my door for me as I sat staring at him relisation hitting me; it was my house, it was my family. I shoved passed him and tore down the street ignoring him as he yelled after me; every step I took I felt hysteria building in my chest. Shoving through the last lot of Police officers; I felt my stomach drop.
My house was ablaze; the Fire Fighters combating it were losing quickly as they fought the bright red flames. I spun around looking for my mother and Don; they would be standing together, Mum crying into Don’s chest as she they watched the house turn to ash before them. No matter where I looked I couldn’t find them; I tried my mother’s number again. Still going to voicemail; maybe they weren’t here, maybe they had gone shopping or to pick up Willo from where ever he ran off to.
“Andie, you need to get back behind the barrier right now!” The Officer yelled at me as I walked back towards him, the look on my face telling me I was wrong. “Do you have anyone that you can call?” He asked as he sat me down on the gutter; watching as I fought to stop the shakes that had just started rocking through my body.
“I can call my real Dad. What happened to them?” I choked through tears and convulsions, my mother and step father were dead; I had wished it on them so much over the last 2 years that it made me feel sick to think about it now.
“We aren’t sure how the house caught alight, but we are certain that your parents are in there. I am so sorry for your loss Andie.” He told me, touching my hand as I began to sob harder; I managed to choke out a “How?” before my throat closed around another sob. “Your neighbours heard them crying out for help.” He told me; before eyeing the Ambulance officers nearby.
I could feel my stomach churning but I forced myself to say the words aloud, “So my mother and stepfather are dead. What about Willo?” I asked as the Officer looked down at me blankly, not forming any kind of connection. “Donald’s son, he’s my age; he was living with us.” I told him; feeling my stomach reach and I leaned over and threw up.
“Donald didn’t have a son Andie,he doesn’t have any other family. We’ve checked his records already to see who to call; your Mother was his only contact.” He said as he waved the Paramedics over to me; eyeing me like I was only to unravel any second.
My head was too turned around by the news of my dead Mother to form much of an argument. “No, he had a son. He lived with us, check the school. We went to school today.” I babbled as I fumbled for my phone again, determined to bring up Willo’s number; flicking through my contacts I couldn’t find the number I wanted. A wave of shakes washed over me and had me being sick again, before resting my throbbing head in my hands.
“You’ve just been through something horrible Andie; and you’re not feeling well its making you believe things that aren’t real; these men will talk you to the hospital and your dad will meet you there.” He smiled sadly, “I’m so sorry for your loss Andie.” He said as he lead me over to the Ambulance; I went to argue with him again, but the look on his face stopped me. He thought I was unhinged, if I kept arguing I’d find myself in the Mental Health Ward.
The last thing I saw of the street was a flash of fresh bright red flames erupting from the burning house before I climbed into the Ambulance, fresh tears streaming down my face. “He is real.” I breathed as he closed the doors on me.