The Garden Was Empty

The Garden Was EmptyI could see the stems with no flowers emitting from the fertile soil and I knew something was not right. She always had the pretties’ roses, daises, lilies, orchards and a lot more variety of blooming flowers. There was always the sweet smell of their perfumed combinations as you walked by her garden. It was strange that someone had pulled every flower off from their stems, it was not like her. They were her babies as she would describe them, and so my heart skipped a beat because deep inside I knew something had gone wrong, but what, was the question that trouble even me?As I stepped inside the gated entrance I spotted the water hose still running and all of the front property was flooded. It was obvious that it had been like that for more than a couple of hours. My instincts lead me to the faucet so that I could shut it off, but as looked at it I noticed that the handle had been broken off too. My eyes gazed out towards the other torn hoses that were stripped to pieces and laying on the porch. Stranger was the rocking chairs that resembled a pile of broken up pieces of fine wood.My feet guided me to the front door as my panic moods made me want to run inside the house. As I was about to grab the handle on the screen door it all came tumbling down. It was as though it had waited all of this time for someone to just touch it so that it would just fall. I quickly stepped over it and placed my hand gently on the knob of the wooden door and it too fell inward like if there were no hinges to hold it in place. The living room was dark and my hands reached for the switch to light up the place and as I did, some pulled wires on the ceiling began to spark, and as the smoke came so did the fire.My lungs screamed out, “Felicita, Felicita, are you in there? The house is beginning to burn, the fire is out of control, can you hear me? Do you need help; just say something because this smoke is blinding me?”As I stepped back the whole house went up in flames and I ran around to the back to see if I could get in. I kicked the door and it came off easily because someone had done something to it too. My senses told me to back off because the smoke was chocking me already. I then tried the windows; the intense fire had already made the glass break. Again I backed off and ran to get the water hose that was still running and I made a last attempt to get in through the front door.The flames reached up to the ceiling and the water hose was no match for it. My only choice was to get some help, but I knew that if someone was inside, it would be too late. Before the fire would burn them the fumes would more than likely fill their lungs and choke them. I decided to roll around in the flooded garden and crawl my way in with a watered down handkerchief on my nose and mouth. I could see where the flames were burning and under the smoke I could see a little ways. Far away I could see Felicita in her white communion dress rolling in agony as the flames engulfed her.Help arrived to help me pull her out, but she was so burned that it was hard to recognize her. They rushed her to the hospital, but there wasn’t much they could do with her. I didn’t get to see my cousin until they brought her home one day when all hope was gone. Those times were cruel because there was no modern technology to help burned victims. Money was always an issue and so leaving her in the hospital was not much of an option. I didn’t realize all of those things at my age of ten years old. They brought her home to die, but I got to speak to her.She spoke of how hard they were with her and how they made her do too many things around there. I couldn’t understand all of it at my age, but as I grew I came to realize she was calling for help. I remember her saying that she loved my mother more than hers because my mom always treated her so nice. I was unaware of it all and as I grew it bothered me a lot. I’ve come to terms with it and when I think about it I still cry. There are many unanswered questions of what I wrote about and before it is too late, I’ve decided to talk about it and write it down. All of people there are gone, and so is the house, of course.

The Garden Was Empty

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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A young boy witness a cousin burn and there was not much he could do alone. Many questions still haunt his memory and some information is left out because some things are to graffic to include.

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