November 7th,2014
Untamable Flames:A Short Story
Call me crazy, but I just ruined the human race.
It was a humid day in I walked along the empty road, I thought of what I could have done, who I should have looked for, what I should of is my story, of how I destroyed my world, with something no one, not even me, knew I had.
That day, I just could not take it any more… someone slammed food on me, punched me in the gut and stole my when my teacher handed me an F, I was done.I felt flames burning up my heart, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. I directed all of my energy toward my paper, and it turned to a fire built off pure it burned my desk and started to spread, I sat there, untouched by the heat thinking, "This is bad."
I snapped back to focus when I heard screams of terror and intense. But as I looked around, I noticed that I was the only one left, except for a girl by the name of Ruby, who didn't get out. I picked up her s burned body, and rushed out the building as it collapsed.
The next day, the news was talking all about how I rescued Ruby, but that wasn't true. I was the one who put her in danger. As I walked to school, kids were asking me for autographs, shaking my hand, and practically worshiping the ground I walked on. But they did not know the whole story. They didn't hear how the fire really started, which was officially released as a stove left on in the teacher's office. It made me feel just plain bad knowing that If I hadn't been having the terrible day, I might not have made that fire and caused this whole mess. You might be thinking that, " Oh, she's famous now and has people who think she's a hero. What's wrong with that?" Everything is wrong with that. I am not a person who wants to be well known. I am of a timid nature, which leads to my other reason. As I just said, I am timid, and don't want to look like a hero. I just want to be me.
So when yet another person came upto me to clip some of my hair. (Yes, they started to do that.) I exploded once more. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "NO! NO MORE! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!" My body burst into flames as my fury grew into this enormous source of heat. As before, I was not harmed, but others were. All the people I hated deep down were burned to crisp, while the others, whether I knew them or not, stood petrified and relieved that they were not burning to their death like the people that I hate. Slowly, I calmed myself down. The fire around me and the others went away, but their fear of me, did not. I saw a boy who was a grade above me, punched me hard in the gut. Just as I pass out, I saw the flames start up again.
I wake up in a white room. After a couple minutes, or days, I'm not sure, my vision cleared up, and I see I'm in a hospital. Fear grows, and my body feels hot. With all the strength I could muster in my tired state, I calmed myself, telling myself that these people will help me, they might even fix me. But When I looked out the window, something wasn't right.
Everything,was dead.
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