Blue Flames: Chapter One

by Overeaction1

She never wanted to die like this, up in flames. Her father told her it would happen one day, but she never knew he was serious. She's been dead for 58 years. But still here, still looking 15, like she did when she died. No one saw her. No one.

Rebirth through flames. To be burnt to a crisp and be reincarnated as whole. That was the most peaceful way to unite with the other world. The orange locks would wrap around you like warm hands, hugging you for the final time. Slowly and painlessly handing you over to the heavens. But to be burnt so young… to be slowly wrapped around with unfamiliar arms, the sting something new. It isn't welcomed, I know that. Not everyone wishes to feel the unspeakable joy that is flame. But I did. And look at me now.

Dead.

For 56 years. But I'm still here. Why? Why has the Lord given me this life of unhappiness? If it is for the house fire, I know I have learned my lesson. No one sees me. Only Charlie sees me, and he hardly even likes me. Oh, but he hates warmth. He hates the assurance of flame, the slow, soft snuggle of the fire brushing your cheek.

I hated the cold. It made me feel like… I was dying. Like someone had stuffed ice cubes down my throat, replaced my burnt lungs with smoke. My very being just… disliked the whole winter thing. But I loved to ice skate. I thought it was the most majestic dance in the world. But I never got to try. Every time I get near the ice, it cracks, as if to stay 'Stay on your own side, freak.' It wouldn't be wrong, I am a freak. No one can see me. I only have myself and the crackling of a bonfire near the shore.

Maybe one day, someone would see me. Believe in me.