It hurts just to think about what's happening. I can see it around me, encasing me. My family is gone, maybe they made it out, maybe they didn't. But it doesn't matter anymore, because I won't. I can see the wood structure tearing apart. I can feel my heart being torn apart. I can see the beautiful suns rays. I can feel the immense heat in my skin. Do I even have skin anymore? It won't matter. Nothing does anymore. Best use my legs before they're gone.
As I stand up, I can feel the heat more and more. Encasing me, destroying me. It's painful, probably one of the most painful things ever. And that's ok, because I don't care. I don't even think my brain is operating enough to register the pain. It's sad really. Life will rage on without me. Everyone I know will move on. Everything rages on. The Flame Rages On. It saddens me. But I can't escape the burning building now. So I will leap into the flames, because there's always a chance, always an unthought scenario . Always another option, to peril.
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Agent Arson
Mystery / ThrillerThis is part of , "The Agency" stories by Gazer Official and some others. It talks about me and my backstory. The first and second part are first person because after they happen, my character forgets about them, and thus can't write about them.
