Hey guys! This is a new story I've writing for months. It might be a bit more…dark than my other stories but what the heck! This is mainly going to be in Patricia's POV, it may or may not alternate at some pointd but it's generally Patricia's POV. Anyways I hope you like it! Here's the prologue! Read and review! Chi x

I'm not perfect…

Sue me.

Some people believe in God, the big guy in the sky that watches over, keeping them from harm. Sending every guardian angel in existence to protect his people.

Their creator.

They believe that they were made in his image, each one of them born to shine their light to the world, and spread it. In his eyes; they are sacred, they are beautiful...they are perfect.

Whether I believe this is right or not, is not in my place to say, if it is anyone's. But could you blame them? It does make sense, you see. You would look up to the being that made your existence possible. You would believe that, that person would care enough to keep you safe.

But in my circumstances...it's not so black and white. In fact, the idea of God creating me is quite ludicrous in itself, well, unless you believe God is secretly part demon. You see, I strongly doubt I was created by God, I'm not remotely perfect and surely his people are not damned to a life in hell.

Even if he did, why would he choose to burden me with this curse? Was it that I did committed a grave sin? did my parents? Did he decide to punish them by giving them a nightmare child? If not that, then, why didn't he create me in his image like he did with the rest of the human race? Why did he decide to make me abnormal? Someone to fear.

Why doesn't he watch out for me?

What reason would he have for putting me into a family, that treated me like I was nothing? They hated me, in fact they were deeply ashamed to call me their daughter. Every night, when I was in bed, I would hear my parents in their room, talking about how much they regretted my existence. What did we do to deserve this Lord? They'd ask him…he never answered. That's when I thought that he might me on my side, that he was scolding them for not loving me. I always imagined him saying: Piper is your daughter and you love her, Patricia is also your daughter, why is she not worthy of your love also?

But then, after the first 5 years of my life...

I was abandoned.

My parents left me on the streets at such a young age to face the harsh, cold reality of the streets of Liverpool, on my own.

At that point they had made it clear what they thought of me. It was obvious they didn't want anything to do with a freak like me. Especially with a perfect, normal child,like my twin sister Piper. How could they want me? I couldn't compete with that. They knew that, and they made sure I knew it too.

I never really thought anyone would want me as a part of their life, until I met Trudy. She saw me on the street and didn't see what others saw. Instead of seeing a danger, a shame, she saw "a vulnerable little girl who needed love" as she told me, every year on my birthday.

At this point, I thought that maybe, God was on my side again, that maybe he planned it out like this. That maybe he knew, I was better off without my parents and would be happier with Trudy.

Ever since then I've always thought of her as a mother. She acts like one, talks one and frankly…she's all I've got. She knows about my ability and doesn't judge me, she tries to help me,unlike everyone else who pretty much do the opposite.

I live at a boarding school, Frobisher Academy, Anubis house to be exact, and everyone there hates me. Even my former best friend Joy. They know me as the freak with the hot temper, the hot head, the girl with eyes full of fire. However I know that really what they are seeing, and that is the continuous burning hatred I have for this world, especially since that day...

But to be honest with you, I don't blame them. At all. I don't blame them for hating me, I don't blame them for being scared. Why? Because-

They couldn't be more right to do so.

I'm dangerous, more dangerous than the most vivid illusions in your worst nightmares. I obliterate everything I touch, with my bare hands.

And that is my curse:

I am the most treacherous element on this earth. The element that hurts people-that kills people. The element that resembles the deepest pits of hell. The component that spreads so quickly, killing everything and everyone in its path.

Its heated wings can turn the most beautiful flower into a pile of ashes, it's the element that everyone fears.

Fire.

The worst part of it is; not that I don't have any friends, not that I'm the only one of my kind, It's not that I'm alone. The worst part of it is that I can't control it.

I could shake someone's hand and unintentionally burn them, within a matter of seconds. I can't explain myself either. Which is partly why I've never kissed anyone or had a boyfriend. Though it would only end in a failed relationship. Relationships include touching, and everything I touch, I burn.

But that's not the worst I can do, or have done. When they say I have a hot temper, they mean it literally. I remember the first stranger who tested that theory.

It all started when I was walking through the woods, Anubis house was suffocating me and I needed some air. But along the way, a man stopped me.

"Hey hot stuff where you going?" A man approached me, his crooked smile planted on his face. So far his appearance didn't impress me. His dark hair was pointing in every direction and the stubble on his chin showed he hadn't shaved for at least a week.I supressed a smile...Hot stuff, how ironic.

"Away from here, now move" I ordered, stepping to the side. He blocked my way, causing me to glare at him. As wind blew I smelt the scent of alcohol, dripping from the man's attire, it was so strong I almost gagged. It didn't faze me, though the last thing I needed was an encounter with a drunkard.

"And why would I let a bird as fine as you walk away?" He asked cockily, his words slurring. I gritted my teeth. I don't know exactly what it was about his behaviour that annoyed me, maybe it was how casually he said it, or the way he said it so confidently expecting me to fall at his feet.

"I'm not a bird" I hissed through my teeth. But it was most likely the term 'Bird' the typical British label for a girl or woman.

I hated being labelled.

"Ahh she's a feisty one, I like it" he said taking a precarious step towards me. I stepped back into a defensive stance.

"Look bastard, I wouldn't get on my nerves if I were you" I warned, the anger boiling up inside of me. Like I said, the last thing I needed now was an encounter with a drunkard, the way he's going he'll be lucky to escape this conversation alive.

"Aww what's the little girl going to do" he teased, flicking his hair and putting his hands on his hips. Was this his attempt of a girl impression? It was a bit of a fail if you ask me.

"Last chance" I warned, feeling my hands getting warmer and warmer, I felt the head coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes tight. I heard him laugh, a very drunk laugh; low and continuous. Not at all menacing…it was revolting and it took all the power I had not to lunge at him.

"Try me" He challenged. As That's when the burning girl in me was set free. I opened my eyes abruptly and I'm sure he saw the fire in my eyes as he stepped back. I clenched my fists as the heat turned into fire. I felt the fire spread through me as I looked at the men in intense anger, soon enough my whole body was surrounded my inferno, the burning intensity increasing by the second.

The man's eyes were wide, I could see him trembling as he tripped over a rock and stumbled onto the ground. I smirked darkly, he'll regret messing with me.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't kill me please!" he pleaded frantically, scrambling to get up, but he couldn't escape.

" I warned you" I ridiculed darkly, towering over him. My shadow lying beside him.

" I know I know! I'm sorry, just don't hurt me" He begged. I thought for a moment, inching closer, enjoying the sight of him squirm.

"Go! Now!" I bellowed, shooting a ray of fire at him. He dodged it and ran away screaming.

I feel as if i drain power from the sun. When the sun is energised, I am energised...as strange as it may sound. But that means that when the sun shines, I am the most uncontrollable.

I don't know what I am, all I know is who I am.

I am Patricia Williamson

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