[ WP ] Worst Day Ever ( 500 words or less )

I woke up in the hospital. Not really sure why I ’ m here, but I think I have an idea. Last thing I remember is hearing that I ’ d lost everything. I ’ ll never forget the phone number that called me, “ 555-555-3825. ” I didn ’ t know who it was, but I answered it as I do any number. 
 
 “ Hello? ” the voice asked, “ Is this John? ” 
 
 I replied, “ Yes, who is this? ” 
 
 “ This is Lucy Fern from the State Sherriff ’ s Office. I need you to come to my office. 
 
 She then proceeded to tell me where it was. She wouldn ’ t tell me why she needed me to be there, but was very urgent sounding, so I left work early and made my way across town. I get to the building and when I walk in, everyone gets silent. At that moment I knew something bad happened, and I wasn ’ t the first person who would know. I walk to her door, and it was open. 
 
 “ Please, John, come in and shut the door behind you, ” said Lucy “ This is officer Jess Chris. ” 
 
 I look the Officer Jess and ask them both, “ Why was it so urgent I ’ m here? I ’ m losing hours at work. ” 
 
 “ John, ” Lucy said, “ There has been an accident. ” 
 
 I went numb. 
 
 “ Something happened at your house today while you were away, and we need you to stay calm so we can give you all the details. ” She held her hands out for me. I couldn ’ t speak. “ John, your family is gone. Your wife Sandra, and little girl Jane were both killed in a terrible accident, and your house was burnt down. The inves… ” 
 
 I don ’ t remember much after that. I just remember after that, I went to where my house used to be. And saw nothing but charred remains of what my life used to be. I sat in my car, for what seems forever. I then decided that I had nothing to live for anymore, that my life was just a pile of ashes, and the two women in my life were no longer. And that morning I had left the house mad because Sandra had accidentally washed my white shirt for work with a red one, staining it pink. I never even told her I loved her. 
 
 I was lost; I have nothing to live for anymore, nothing to call my own and no one to love. So I went to the store, and used my credit card which was thousands in debt, not that it mattered, to grab some lighter fluid and a drill. I drove to where my house used to be. I parked closest to the center of the house I could. I then removed the back seat, and drilled a hole into the gas tank, covered myself in the lighter fluid. Last thing I remember was feeling really hot. 
 
 And now I ’ m here. In a bed, completely immersed in a burning pain, and completely alone. 
 

