BRIMSTONE.

Dea

I woke up...sweating...crying...screaming...the fire consumed my life and my sleep. It consumed my home and my best friend.

I now reside in a small apartment on the west side of Foco County, Missouri. I am able to live on my own now. My parents are doing well, as am I. We have reestablished life after the fire, and it feels very freeing to be on my own. I've got a job working for Bradbury & Son's insurance firm. It's a nice place. Pays well. I am also attending The University of Missouri St. Louis and majoring in social services and financial recovery in my second year. I want to help people get back on their feet, just as those who helped my family did. I'm happy that life is normal now. However, my scarring is making it hard to find a companion. I've had a couple of flings with girls on campus, but nothing too serious. They all just want me for something, then they leave. It's okay. I get it. I'd be scared of me too. Recently I've begun talking to a girl named Emberley. (I guess it's like Kimberley, but without the K?). She's from Phoenix but goes to college here and plans to stay after. We're going on a date Tuesday night. It seems like we could really hit it off. She doesn't seem to care about the scars, just about who I am as a person. I'm excited to see how this moves forward. Hey, maybe if we had kids they wouldn't be as ugly as me.