Post by Teh D on Nov 20, 2014 18:15:28 GMT -5
Ahhh, okay so... I'm gonna try my best here to explain what's been going on with me to the best of my ability without getting pissed off. (Mostly because this pissed me off... And continues to piss me off.)
Well, my problem all started about 2 weeks ago after my father had just gotten discharged from the hospital for a Pneumothorax and Broken Ribs. (If you don't know what the first of the latter is, go look it up, I am not your medical dictionary.) I had just pulled an all nighter from work as I had to move copious amount of items of a questionable nature for a contract which, at the time, was about 2 days behind schedule. So after completing said job and getting my payout I returned to my house about 10:30 that morning, and me being the overworked, sleep deprived, man that I am, I decided I would hop in the shower and head to bed for the day. So I did just that, then after about 3 hours of sleep I wake up to annoying beeping like that of a smoke alarm (This is going somewhere obvious, you can probably already tell where, especially if you're one of the people who I told this to before I made this post here.) I was thinking as I awoke in a daze "Great, the fucking steam from the shower probably set the damn thing off again." so, me being me, I got up and pulled my pants on, upon opening the door, all I see is an endless void of black. Me being me, I instantaneously knew what the fuck had happend as I recognize the particular smell of this endless void anywhere. Toxic smoke, specifically the type that accumulates in a house fire. I grab a bandana, tie it around my face, and go into the hall, upon looking at the living room, I confirmed my suspicion. I run back into my room, kick the door shut, and dive out the window (Which gave me yet another lovely scar to add to my already copious amount of them.) I go into a roll and land on a shard of glass which cut one of the veins in my forearm, I run around to the front of the house, to see my front window engulfed in flames, and see my father spraying it with a hose, knowing my father was okay, I remembered something "Oh FUCK, MY DOGS!".
I run around to the window I had just dove through, still bleeding badly, and attempt to climb back in, but I can't, there's too much glass and I can't climb in because of my arm and lack of shoes, I call out to one of my dogs and hear them pouting in distress, I ran around to the front of the house and was literally about to kick my front door in, only to be instantly pulled back by fire rescue telling me "You can't go in there!" to which I replied "I have to! My dogs are in there god damnit! Let me go!" in which I then proceeded to elbow one of them in the face, only to THEN be pulled back again and held back by 4 different people (3 cops, 1 fire rescue). Once the fire was almost out I broke free from them again, hearing the police sergeant say "Let him go, he has a right to see..." As I hit my bedroom, I see fire rescue attempting to my pitbull back... But she wasn't making it... They told me that it doesn't look good for her and she might not be the same after she comes back... I told them to let her go... Fire rescue then tells me that all of my dogs had died from smoke inhalation, not the fire... All that happend is they went to sleep and never woke back up. After carrying them out of the house, I did what any sensible person would've done, I took their tags, and gave the city authorization to dispose of the corpses.
I'm not going to get into the insurance side of things, that's too much of a pain to even BEGIN talking about.
Me and my Father are all right and escaped without injury, well minus my arm of course.
As for why I'm posting this here... I don't know, I honestly don't. Maybe, I've become one of those retards who only wants to garner attention. Hell, maybe I've gone off the deep end. But I figure it'd be better to post it here for archival purposes so if anyone else asks me for the story I can just link them this and don't have to explain anything again.
TL;DR D's house caught fire, only the living room was lost, and his dogs died.
Well, my problem all started about 2 weeks ago after my father had just gotten discharged from the hospital for a Pneumothorax and Broken Ribs. (If you don't know what the first of the latter is, go look it up, I am not your medical dictionary.) I had just pulled an all nighter from work as I had to move copious amount of items of a questionable nature for a contract which, at the time, was about 2 days behind schedule. So after completing said job and getting my payout I returned to my house about 10:30 that morning, and me being the overworked, sleep deprived, man that I am, I decided I would hop in the shower and head to bed for the day. So I did just that, then after about 3 hours of sleep I wake up to annoying beeping like that of a smoke alarm (This is going somewhere obvious, you can probably already tell where, especially if you're one of the people who I told this to before I made this post here.) I was thinking as I awoke in a daze "Great, the fucking steam from the shower probably set the damn thing off again." so, me being me, I got up and pulled my pants on, upon opening the door, all I see is an endless void of black. Me being me, I instantaneously knew what the fuck had happend as I recognize the particular smell of this endless void anywhere. Toxic smoke, specifically the type that accumulates in a house fire. I grab a bandana, tie it around my face, and go into the hall, upon looking at the living room, I confirmed my suspicion. I run back into my room, kick the door shut, and dive out the window (Which gave me yet another lovely scar to add to my already copious amount of them.) I go into a roll and land on a shard of glass which cut one of the veins in my forearm, I run around to the front of the house, to see my front window engulfed in flames, and see my father spraying it with a hose, knowing my father was okay, I remembered something "Oh FUCK, MY DOGS!".
I run around to the window I had just dove through, still bleeding badly, and attempt to climb back in, but I can't, there's too much glass and I can't climb in because of my arm and lack of shoes, I call out to one of my dogs and hear them pouting in distress, I ran around to the front of the house and was literally about to kick my front door in, only to be instantly pulled back by fire rescue telling me "You can't go in there!" to which I replied "I have to! My dogs are in there god damnit! Let me go!" in which I then proceeded to elbow one of them in the face, only to THEN be pulled back again and held back by 4 different people (3 cops, 1 fire rescue). Once the fire was almost out I broke free from them again, hearing the police sergeant say "Let him go, he has a right to see..." As I hit my bedroom, I see fire rescue attempting to my pitbull back... But she wasn't making it... They told me that it doesn't look good for her and she might not be the same after she comes back... I told them to let her go... Fire rescue then tells me that all of my dogs had died from smoke inhalation, not the fire... All that happend is they went to sleep and never woke back up. After carrying them out of the house, I did what any sensible person would've done, I took their tags, and gave the city authorization to dispose of the corpses.
I'm not going to get into the insurance side of things, that's too much of a pain to even BEGIN talking about.
Me and my Father are all right and escaped without injury, well minus my arm of course.
As for why I'm posting this here... I don't know, I honestly don't. Maybe, I've become one of those retards who only wants to garner attention. Hell, maybe I've gone off the deep end. But I figure it'd be better to post it here for archival purposes so if anyone else asks me for the story I can just link them this and don't have to explain anything again.
TL;DR D's house caught fire, only the living room was lost, and his dogs died.