It was yet another peaceful day, birds chirping, sun shining and the city bustling with life. Everyone was going about their daily business enjoying themselves on another fine morning. All was peaceful and quite, another day in life, yet something was different about this day. Everyone was on their nerves and ran from the sight of fire without a second thought. All around the city, none knew why this phenomenon was occurring, yet it happened. Now, fire was brewing in the center of town, growing larger and larger; no one noticed this fire though, why. The fire expanded as it found more and more things to burn and kept growing; when people realized the fire was there it was too late. The fire had engulfed the entire city. The smell of charred flesh was in the air and people were screaming in pain from the burning of their flesh and having to watch their loved ones burn in front of them. The entire city became a wasteland in minute’s corpse everywhere, stench of death everywhere, black smoke everywhere. The fire calmed down and extinguished its flames down to the core, but the core itself wouldn't go out. The city was silent, except for the noise of someone crying. Not in the charred city and people, but in the fire itself, the very core. In the Fire was crying boy engulfed in the flames, clutching his chest and saying “it hurts it hurts” over and over. The tears from the boy kept falling as if ignoring the fire; the boy was crying wishing he hadn't done it. They hurt him, he hurt them back, yet he was crying about that fact, I was crying. I couldn't believe it, I was feeling so much pain in my chest…I didn't mean to kill them all…I just hurts so much no one understood my pain or loved me I was forgot. I just wanted a friend some to have, but no one came and I’m all alone...again...it hurts.