Firefighter

It's a little past 2am. We just got back from a call. I don't wish to remember any of it anymore. It was all to sad. Never had I ran on something like this. It just keeps playing in my mind. The toys, the screams. I guess I should start from the beginning. The bells rang within the station waking us all up. We ran to the walk in closet containing out turnouts as our captain listed "Engine 543 we had a fire at 748 E malsbury lane copy" "Copy, fire at 748 malsbury lane".

We headed out on the truck towards the house. It sounded so familiar but I just couldn't figure out whose house it was. I knew it was In my neighborhood but where. Once we arrives I knew right away whose house it was. It was my old house. A new family had just move in a few weeks ago. They had two kids both under seven. I began to panic. We began making our way in just I and another firefighter. I had a hose in one hand and a halogen bar in the other. I could hear faint screams and screeches. The first room we got to ras fully lit on fire. If anyone was there they would surely be dead. We couldn't do much so we moved on. The next room is what killed me. You could see it was a little girls room. On the door it said Annabel. We walked in and right away I saw the little girl. She was surrounded by flames partially burnt and unconscious. I quickly grabbed her and my partner and I left the room with her in our arms towards the exit. Poor child had a second degree burn. We left her in the ambulance and they drove her to the hospital just as I was walking back into the building. I could faintly hear crying. I got to a far room there it saw a women in the corner covered in flames and baby in his crib. I ran to him carrying him in my arms covering him from the heat. Out we ran but before we got to the exit the child had died in my arms. If only I had gone in sooner would he have survived. With these events keeping me awake knowing it was my fault.