Drabble

Burning

".................Please R&R!"

Spencer Reid ran his finger over the match he held in his had for the fifth time. He was starting to lose confidence as he stood in front of Gideon's cabin. He had been wanting to do this for a while now, and knew that it was something that he needed to do. All his life, people had disappointed him, and lthey had all eft him to wallow in their departure and abandonment. And for so many years, he let them- until Gideon left just like the rest of them. Spencer had thought the he could trust Gideon to be different, but it turned out, that in the end he left too.

He picked up his matches, the gasoline tank from his trunk, and made his way to the cabin.

Spencer had finally had enough disappointments, and found the courage to do what he had driven out to Gideon's cabin to do. As he walked into Gideon's cabin, he put the matchbox into his pocket, and held the gasoline tank at an angle. He walked around the cabin-leaving a trail of gasoline everywhere he walked until he finally made it back to where he had started. When the gasoline tank was empty, he threw it to the side, and took out his matches. He struck a single match to the sulfer strip, and dropped the match to the floor.

All behind him, Gideon's cabin was sent ablaze. As he walked out of the cabin with a slow stride,the fire started to spread. Just in time for him to walk outside, the whole cabin had been engulfed with fire. The front door had been exploded off its hedges- sending little pieces of wood flying into the air.

Spencer didn't look back once-not even after the explosion to see what had happened. Gideon hadn't, so he figured why should he?

But now- experiencing the renewing process first hand -he understood why Gideon hadn't. Everything back there in the firewas now apart of his past, and he had no intention of reliving any of it. All those memories burning in the cabin were full of hurt and anguish- both of which Spencer did NOT want more of. Looking back would only had hurt him more.

That night, Spencer Reid realized something that he would never forget: Hurt didn't exist. It was self-inflicted and more addicting the any other type of drug. But that didn't matter now- he had already screwed up too much to start living by that rule. Instead, he paused in his tracks- realizing there was something he had to do..........to prove his point to Gideon or for himself- he was unsure of,though.

Before Spencer left- never to return again, he did something Gideon had never done: he turned around to see the mess he made- and realized that it was all a mistake...........

".......aw...........sad,right? Idk what inspired this, but I felt like I had to write this. I got it from a story I wrote 'a rush of blood to the head.' Please R&R!"