Holy Fire

Who am i?

Damn, it's really cold. Shouldn't have chose to walk home tonight... in the rain. A little fresh air and alone time hasn't helped much. Birthdays are always stressful for me. Being the odd ball in the family makes things socially awkward. They think it would benefit me to see a therapist.

Personally, there is no reason for one. What my visions show is what I write. I mean I'm not crazy. It's Mostly just symbols and pictures. What's the big deal?

At least I'm not seeing imaginary stuff, hallucinations, or I could be batshit crazy, but luckily I'm none of those things. It's not even a big problem. I like my visions. They make me unique. Who cares what they think?

Finally, now that I'm 18 I can head off to college and not have to deal with them anymore. Letting them patronize me will soon be over. Anyways, I eventually make it back home. All the lights are off so their probably asleep. These damn steps are so damn loud.

Attempting to walk up them quietly has been nothing but futile. Trying to sneak my way back never works yet I still do it every single time.

"Why did it take you so long to get back?" Dad steps out of his room.

I roll my eyes. "Don't you remember me asking you to WALK home today?"

"Yea so?" He shrugs his shoulders.

"Well, it takes a little longer to walk then to drive if that wasn't already to obvious." What a Dumbass.

I strut to my room and close my door. No sound of dads footsteps. That's good.

"Fuck!" I blurt out and cover my head.

The pain swiftly subsides just as fast as came. I grab my pen begin to write. The result is a detailed drawing of a man in a suit. Doesn't mean anything to me. Thinking that my visions happen for a reason is insane but I like to dream that they do.

It's not always drawings. It can be full blown stories to half a book at a time. Never in english. I've done plenty of research, but I've never found a language like it. Mostly likely, my mind is just coming up with random stuff.

CRASH! The sound of glass shattering fills my ears like a pericing blade. It came from downstairs. Mixed feelings wash over me. What should I do? Is somebody in this house?

Are we getting robbed? Yells, screams, and fighting are all taking place. Curiosity gets the best of me and I run out to see what's going on. My eyes open wide at a horrifying sight. My parents lay lifeless on the floor beneath me.

The man standing above them stares. "I'm sorry Axel, It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

My eyes begin tear up. "What the hell, how do you know my name?" I wipe away some tears. "You killed them."

He steps over their bodies and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll show you everything."

A second figure appears behind him. "No you wont."

The man turns around. "Gab..."

A bright light suddenly takes up the whole room, then vanishes along with the killer, leaving only the second figure.

He rushes over and hugs me. "I'm so glad your okay." He takes my hand. "We got to get you out of here."

What the hell is happening. My parents are dead. So much stuff is unfolding before me that it's overwhelming. This mysterious guy saved me. He's my best bet for some answers... and safety at the moment.

I nod and he touches my chest above where my heart is located. In a instant we appear in a diner. I almost fall over from the sensation. The sudden realization that he just zapped me from one place to another hits me. This can't be real.