Perfectly Fiction
Prologue
The snow burns away at my touch. The ground beneath begins to scorch so I remove my hand for I feared I could set the world on fire if I wanted. But that wasn't me... Violence was never my thing, it isn't my thing. This power, this curse... it's left me so alone. Accidently setting anything on fire the moment I lose my tempure... Learning to control my anger was neceassary. After losing my family... my friends abandoning me in my time of need... My house burning down before my eyes, my skin completely untouched... but my life... ruined. All in a moment.
So I live on the streets. Finding food where I can, trying to seperate myself from the rest of human population. I'm afraid to speak to people, I'm afraid of being in the same room, hell, the same building, with someone. But nothing prepared me for today... Today I thought my life was ended and sadly, for a moment, I found a split second of pure bliss. No more fear of losing control anymore. No more tension when someone is close to me. No more worries or cares...
I hear sirens. I hear a car door slamming shut. I hear people screaming, calling out. I hear a voice close to me, I feel someone's hands on the back of my head...
"NOOOOO! Noooo! No! No! No!"
"Ma'am, please. Calm down. I'm trying to help you!"
I tried everything between kicking and screaming to flailing my arms but I couldn't move... All I could do was scream. The sound of my own voice was strange and foreign to me, I haven't heard it in so long... And then nothing. I don't hear anything. I don't see anything. And... I don't feel anything. Is this what heaven is?