Pyromaniac

Fire, so beautiful and mesmerising as it crackles gently, the sparks like little starlight floating softly across the ashen and smoky floor. The silence that fills my ears when other people see the fire is gorgeous and serene. My name is Kairi DeMar and I'm a pyromaniac.

The girls in my class didn't like my fire. I watched them fall asleep to its sweet aroma. The boys in my class didn't like the bands I like. They don't have a court to play on now. When I was young, my mother took away my matches. I visit her grave every Sunday at 9pm. My father liked to drink as he criticized my hair all the time. He's scared to drink now, in case it goes boom again. My name is Kairi DeMar. I'm 16 years next week and I'm a pyromaniac.

There's a boy I like. But he doesn't like my fire. He spends all his time at the beach lying out on the waves on a surfboard, playing with the water. I don't like it when water gets on my fire, it makes an ugly black mess. He likes some of the bands that I like though. He likes Paramore and Linkin Park, just like I do. I've watched him from my bedroom window before, he's beautiful, just like fire. My names is Kairi DeMar. I'm in love with Sora Skies and I'm a pyromaniac.

I've been watching him a lot lately. In school I picked up his black ballpoint pen but I was too nervous to give it back. I made it look more beautiful last night. It's stuck to the card now, the ink in the middle of the card and the shards scattered elegantly around it. Maybe I'll give it to him tomorrow at the beach… My name is Kairi DeMar. I'm a modern artist and a pyromaniac.

He's been talking with his friends a lot recently. I didn't get a chance to give him his new pen at school today and I can only watch at the beach. Riku gave him a hug today in the ocean. It was probably just practice. He's got a lifeguard test soon after all. … Yeah, just for lifeguard practice. My name is Kairi DeMar. I think Riku Yama has a crush on the boy I love.

I made my shoes beautiful today. My old white school trainers are now a smouldering brown - Just like his hair. I looked out the window again today. I saw Riku on top of him out on the surfboard. My lighter's not making pretty star light anymore. I'm running out of things to make beautiful. My name is Kairi DeMar. I don't have much more to make beautiful and I'm a pyromaniac.

I stole four bottles of my dad's old drink that was stored in the cellar. Naked, I had my old baggy blue hoodie and my thick denim slacks, my old T-shirt of Bob forever, a pair of thick woolly socks and short-short underwear. I took a large clear bowl and filled it with three of the four bottles before dunking and soaking each item of clothing in it. I put the Bob forever shirt on first, then the hoodie, then the socks. I put my short-shorts and denim slacks on and sat down on the kitchen worktop. I took the final bottle and brought the beer to my lips pulling out in mid-drink and spilling it all over my face. My name is Kairi DeMar. The love of my life is a homosexual with a boy from school and I'm a pyromaniac.

There are no more matches left after I make this one last thing beautiful… Me

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Okay, I know that was pretty sick at times but it's pretty tame for some other stuff I can do. Done as a monologue type since I'm doing one for my English… though not quite as gruesome. Read and review. Not for the light-hearted.

Need ideas for another illness for Sora, Riku or other KH characters lol. I do not support yaoi and sorry to those SoKai fans out there, I support SoKai and it was only for the story that I wrote it.

I do not own Kingdom Hearts

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