A/N: This is a two part (maybe three part) story. I might change for more details later. Sorry about the delay for other stories I just suddenly lost inspiration, but new chapters will be up soon!

My names Merida, I live in a terrible neighborhood. People have robberies every day, and crimes are committed every hour. My dad died when I was four because of cancer, since then my mom gave up in life, quit her job, started drinking and left her money behind sending us into a horrible place. I was 16 when I felt anger consume me, my happy place was drawing my feelings, but visions flowed through my head, they started to take over my life. It was almost like it was all real, was it?

A burning sensation went through my body; the flames consumed everyone in the room. The screams of the innocent were heard, I couldn't save them. Their eyes filled with terror while their heads popped up to stop inhaling the smoke rising to their nostrils. They're my friends, do something. It was then I leapt into the flames to save the ones I cared for.

GASP!

I inhaled the polluted smoke around me, the smell of cigarette smoke traveled to my senses. I coughed on instinct, hating the way I had to wake up to this. My back ached with a sharp pain filling the hopelessness I had to sooth it. I groaned in agony, but pushed myself to get up. My bare feet felt cold on the cement ground, with the embedded rocks tickling the soft skin on my soles. I traced my veins, my fingertips gently heating the small hairs upon my arm. When I did that something triggered a vision, or was it a memory?

I held his arm against my legs, which were kneeled upon the rough wooden floor of his house. The boy smiled, his green eyes watching my hands move atop of his veins. I blushed slightly; the heat upon my cheeks grew. He flinched away, "Ow." He said his arm now against his own. He started to blow on the burn when my hand moved up to my cheek. It was burning hot, I sighed. "Sorry." His fingers traced his own veins where I hand recently touched him.

My eyes snapped open, why was I doing this to a boy? I trace my veins to see what kind of emotion I feel. I glance over my shoulder and see the gate, the gate to escape all the horribleness of my town. I loved the feeling of my hand touching the metal, having the roughness of it give me a sense of adventure. But the gate was also bad because over it was the richest of the rich. I hated them, all snobby, absolutely no sense of adventure.

My hands gripped the chains locked onto the gate. My feet hung onto the bottom as I used my upper-arm strength to lift my body up. My feet landed on the flat surface of a road, the town was calm and quiet. I sauntered near a house with the door swinging open; I bent down and saw one of the hinges broken. I slowly positioned my ear to overhear the conversation inside, "Hiccup! You never fixed the goddamn door!" My eyes peer over to a scrawny young boy, about my age.

His eyes a green, a green I seem to remember. The remembrance of the boy sends me to another vision.

His face reflected off the flames right in front of him, "Are you sure this is the right thing?" His eyes softened at the sound of my voice. He chuckled, "It was your idea after all." I smiled and grabbed ahold of his hand. He took it and looked at my arm, soon again tracing my veins like I did before to him. "You're sad." He said worryingly. I sighed, glancing over at his face which was now gazing at the flames devouring the town I hated, "I'll be alright."

"I'll be alright." I accidently said aloud.

The boys' head pivoted around to look at me. I couldn't move I was in shock. His father got up to go after me, but I sprinted. I felt the cool wind blow against my curls, but I could feel motion behind me. I stopped moving and whipped my head around just to meet eyes with the boy. "What did you say?" I stared at him confused, "What did you say? A-at my doorway." I hesitated, but answered him, "I said I'll be alright." I then jumped onto the gate and leapt over, my feet feeling sore after running so fast.

It was then I leapt into the flames to save the ones I cared for.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. I kind of went for my artsy side of Mericcup. No hate please, I love this ship and if you don't like this ship, why are you even reading this? Reviews and Favorites are appreciated! ~Rain