| Orange & Blue Magazine // Spring 2003 // Online Edition | ||||||
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Last Spring, fire destroyed everything Rebekah Brewster owned-- her clothes, her photo albums, even her pets. Everything, that is, except her spirit. By NATE MILLADO UF biology junior Rebekah Brewster hosts poker night at her house every Sunday. But she doesn't play on the night of May 5, 2002. Tired and broke, she instead says goodnight to her friends and heads to bed. When she wakes up at 9:30 the next morning, her bed is ablaze and she is on fire. Rebekah runs out the front door and rolls in the dirt. The oversized T-shirt and underwear she went to bed in has already burned off. Standing naked in front of her house, in a state of shock, she immediately thinks about her roommates inside. She runs back into the house. The fire in her room has already erupted into a furious conflagration. No one is in the house except for her roommate Sean, who is still asleep. She rushes into his room to wake him up. "Sean, get up!" "Are you kidding?" Sean says in disbelief. "No! Get up!" They can't squeeze through the roll-out windows, so Rebekah's next instinct is to lead Sean back through the house and to the front door. "Come on, follow me," she tells him, but Sean has already escaped through a bathroom window. The two meet up at the front lawn. "Are you okay?" he asks. "I'm fine," Rebekah says. "I'm going back in for the animals." Before Sean can stop her, she races back into the inferno. Sean's dog stares right back at Rebekah. "Wendy, get out of the house!" Rebekah yells, but the golden retriever doesn't budge. Rebekah decides to start looking for her cats, Simsim and Sammy. She left the front door open, so she can faintly see light outside through the solid smoke. Slipping into a state of confusion, Rebekah realizes she really needs to get out. The windows start to explode from the heat. "I'm sorry," she screams to the pets she has to abandon before following the light back outside. One of Rebekah's managers at the Gainesville Ale House drives by when he notices the blazing house on 808 N.W. 61st Terrace. He pulls over to help, not knowing it is Rebekah's house. He takes a bed sheet out of his car and drapes it over Rebekah's naked body. The fire fighters arrive and ask Rebekah if anyone is still in the house. "No, I got my roommate out, but my cats and his dog are still in there." The fire fighters don't go in. The fire is too intense. Unaware she is even hurt, combined with the adrenaline and shock, Rebekah refuses to get inside the EMS van. "I'm not hurt; I'm not going in there!" But Sean convinces her to yield to the paramedics. It would be the last thing she'd remember for the next three weeks. >>> |
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