Jesse
It's funny how sudden and cruel death can be. One moment I was dreading coming home wishing that I didn't have to see my parents over my stupid marks and then the next all I needed was for them to lecture me. I needed to see their faces, I needed them to be there. My memory of the fire is a bit hazy... The one thing that I can remember clearly is the screams. The pain and the terror that I heard in them. They tell me that I ran out of the car towards the fire, I never thought I would be the type of person to run head first into a fire but I suppose this shows the love that I have in me.
I didn't get past the front door, the building collapsed and I was hit by a burning two by four. At least that's what they say, and I suppose I should believe them, I've got a nice bruise on my cheek and a few stitches near my eye.
The paramedics never got the chance to take Jesse to the hospital to make sure he was alright. Jesse refused and he forced himself to stay and watch as the firefighters put out the fire. When the ground was damp and the house nothing but ashes was he allowed to go and look through the rubble. It was clear there were no survivors, they found the bodies clinging to each other burnt to a crisp. Jesse wasn't allowed to see and for that he was grateful.
When the bodies were removed from the wreckage and taken away in black bags, Jesse began to look for any salvage items. Really there wasn't much, a few books and pots and pans, and a single picture. It was a picture of his parents wedding day, they looked so happy and in love. He tucked it away into his pocket.
I had nowhere to go, and nowhere to stay, I was so confused, angry and lost. I was grateful to Klaus and Claudia. Even Eden had come to the funeral. I gazed down at the spot they were buried and my fists curled and I could feel my nails digging into my skin. I tried to find someone to blame, someone. I thought of Claudia and I knew that deep down she had no idea about the fire and just wanted to have some fun. Still... what if she had driven me home right away? Would I be dead as well?
Jesse felt a few tears slip down his nose and cheek and he sniffed. A hand lifted to brush under his nose and his rented suit had a few wet streaks on the sleeve. His hand dropped and he found suddenly he no longer had the will to stand. He let himself sit in front of the marker and tried his best no to cry. All he wanted right now was a hug. "Klaus..." his voice broke but he didn't care. He called out for his friend again, needing comfort from him.