Nightfreak
I Walk Alone...
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Waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat Max looks over to the other side of his king size bed. Looking for something that was taken from him almost a year ago. Getting up max walks from his bedroom down the hallway. His hand brushing the walls as he steadies himself. *He opens the door to his sons room looking in seeing it the way it has been since that day he was ripped from his life. Tears begin to well up in his eyes. Shutting the door he turns and heads down to the living room. Trying to forget the nightmare that brought him from his sleep. *For almost a year it haunted his dreams and his waking hours. As he makes his way to the sofa he lays down turning on the tv trying to drift back to sleep.*
The gong rings a sound that the most seasoned firefighter would never forget. A voice breaks through the noise of the busy fire station as the guys run to the trucks. *Max runs out jumping into his turnout pants that was pre set for a moments notice. Grabbing his turn out coat and helmet the five year veteran firefighter ran to the fire engine that he was assigned to. Climbing into the back as the driver and the captain get into the front. The other 3 fire fighters get into the back of the engine. The captain looks back seeing everybody in slapping the dog box, " Go.!" he tells the driver.*
The captain grabs the mic telling dispatch they are responding with a full crew. Max sat there waiting to hear where and what this call was. " Route 295 for a automobile accident with entrapment." the female dispatcher calls over the radio. Cap turns looking at Max, " Your on the tool. Everyone else is on stabilizing the car. " Max nodded his head knowing that he was one of the best guys at the station at extracation. Cutting people out of cars was one of the things Max excelled at with speed and precision. *When it came to the clock running on a life trapped in a car Max was cool under pressure.*
The federal Q wailed as the engine roared through the center of town. The air horns blaring to move cara out of our way as we raced to the scene. *It was about five minutes away from the station where the wreck was. But no one on the engine was ready for what they was about to see.*
The ambulance already there screaming for the engine to hurry to the scene. They called over the radio that they had three victims in two cars. *Five minutes seamed like and hour as the engine pulled up to the scene. " Oh shit..!" the captain said.." Jones take the tool. Mason keep max here." Max looked up seeing his wife's car in a twisted wreckage in the center of the highway. Climbing out of the engine the driver grabbed him. Attempting to hold the 6'4" Max back. *The captain ran up to the car talking with the ems crew. He turned running back to max grabbing his coat," Max... There gone..." he said as tears started to flow from Maxs eyes. Dropping to his knees on that stretch of highway he looked at his wife's car. Knowing his life would never be the same agian. *He watched from the truck as the chief came up behind max, " Come on son, you don't need to watch this. " Max did not wanna leave but he knew he could not handle watching the bodies of the two he loved more than anything being pulled out of the wreckage.*
For years he wanted to be a firefighter since he was a child. *But nothing is hard as working on someone you know and love. *It's a special gift that the firefighters and ems professionals have. To shut off that emotion and let there training take over no matter what the situation. *It's a hard job but they all love it knowing that they help others. But this was a day that the whole fire station pulled together for there brother max to help him the months to come.*
The 28 year old max woke up from his sleep the images of that night so long ago fresh in his head. He walked into the shower holding the sink as he looked down on his arms. A Celtic cross on each one from wrist to his elbow. A memorial for his wife and son that he got so he would never forget them. *Climbing in the shower running his hand over his shaven head trying to focus all of his thoughts on the day of work ahead. *Standing there as the water beat off his skin he pushed himself to think of happier times. It was hard for Max his life now all about work. The fire dept was his life now home was just a place to sleep. Still the way it was before his wife and son was killed. *There things still all over the house. You would still think that a family lived there but this was not the case anymore. *
He dressed for his morning run one of the things that helped him forget. The three mile run was a morning ritual for the past *10 years. As he walked out on his porch he looked over at the old Johnson place next door. Seeing a moving truck out front he thought to himself. ' Neighbors, I hope there as good as old Mr Johnson.' *he left on his run as he always did waving at anybody he saw like he always did.*
Waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat Max looks over to the other side of his king size bed. Looking for something that was taken from him almost a year ago. Getting up max walks from his bedroom down the hallway. His hand brushing the walls as he steadies himself. *He opens the door to his sons room looking in seeing it the way it has been since that day he was ripped from his life. Tears begin to well up in his eyes. Shutting the door he turns and heads down to the living room. Trying to forget the nightmare that brought him from his sleep. *For almost a year it haunted his dreams and his waking hours. As he makes his way to the sofa he lays down turning on the tv trying to drift back to sleep.*
The gong rings a sound that the most seasoned firefighter would never forget. A voice breaks through the noise of the busy fire station as the guys run to the trucks. *Max runs out jumping into his turnout pants that was pre set for a moments notice. Grabbing his turn out coat and helmet the five year veteran firefighter ran to the fire engine that he was assigned to. Climbing into the back as the driver and the captain get into the front. The other 3 fire fighters get into the back of the engine. The captain looks back seeing everybody in slapping the dog box, " Go.!" he tells the driver.*
The captain grabs the mic telling dispatch they are responding with a full crew. Max sat there waiting to hear where and what this call was. " Route 295 for a automobile accident with entrapment." the female dispatcher calls over the radio. Cap turns looking at Max, " Your on the tool. Everyone else is on stabilizing the car. " Max nodded his head knowing that he was one of the best guys at the station at extracation. Cutting people out of cars was one of the things Max excelled at with speed and precision. *When it came to the clock running on a life trapped in a car Max was cool under pressure.*
The federal Q wailed as the engine roared through the center of town. The air horns blaring to move cara out of our way as we raced to the scene. *It was about five minutes away from the station where the wreck was. But no one on the engine was ready for what they was about to see.*
The ambulance already there screaming for the engine to hurry to the scene. They called over the radio that they had three victims in two cars. *Five minutes seamed like and hour as the engine pulled up to the scene. " Oh shit..!" the captain said.." Jones take the tool. Mason keep max here." Max looked up seeing his wife's car in a twisted wreckage in the center of the highway. Climbing out of the engine the driver grabbed him. Attempting to hold the 6'4" Max back. *The captain ran up to the car talking with the ems crew. He turned running back to max grabbing his coat," Max... There gone..." he said as tears started to flow from Maxs eyes. Dropping to his knees on that stretch of highway he looked at his wife's car. Knowing his life would never be the same agian. *He watched from the truck as the chief came up behind max, " Come on son, you don't need to watch this. " Max did not wanna leave but he knew he could not handle watching the bodies of the two he loved more than anything being pulled out of the wreckage.*
For years he wanted to be a firefighter since he was a child. *But nothing is hard as working on someone you know and love. *It's a special gift that the firefighters and ems professionals have. To shut off that emotion and let there training take over no matter what the situation. *It's a hard job but they all love it knowing that they help others. But this was a day that the whole fire station pulled together for there brother max to help him the months to come.*
The 28 year old max woke up from his sleep the images of that night so long ago fresh in his head. He walked into the shower holding the sink as he looked down on his arms. A Celtic cross on each one from wrist to his elbow. A memorial for his wife and son that he got so he would never forget them. *Climbing in the shower running his hand over his shaven head trying to focus all of his thoughts on the day of work ahead. *Standing there as the water beat off his skin he pushed himself to think of happier times. It was hard for Max his life now all about work. The fire dept was his life now home was just a place to sleep. Still the way it was before his wife and son was killed. *There things still all over the house. You would still think that a family lived there but this was not the case anymore. *
He dressed for his morning run one of the things that helped him forget. The three mile run was a morning ritual for the past *10 years. As he walked out on his porch he looked over at the old Johnson place next door. Seeing a moving truck out front he thought to himself. ' Neighbors, I hope there as good as old Mr Johnson.' *he left on his run as he always did waving at anybody he saw like he always did.*
