There was a chemical spill outside of my house. The crash happened at about three in the morning. A lorry carrying ******* had turned over in the road outside. As soon as I opened the door I could smell it - all of it. From my doorstep I could tell there was a fire burning in the cab. I shut my door and went back into the house.
Inside my room I debated with myself as to whether I should go and help the driver trapped in the wreckage.
I decided to read an old newspaper instead.
Forty minutes later the police came to knock on my door and told me to stay inside. I told them it was all right, I was only looking at past events. One of them gave me dirty look. I shut the door and thought about whether I have any chocolate biscuits left.
The smell of the chemicals were really quite strong later on. I could smell it from under my door.
A clock on the side made a noise.
Trapped in here forever. I noticed that there were cobwebs on the corner of my walls.
No traffic now. Unusual for a weekday.
There were stains on the road for ages afterwards. Now I struggle to breathe most days.