I arrived back at the apartment, all of my belongings stacked in boxes. I locked the front door and then headed to the kitchen.
I rummaged through all the boxes containing more dangerous utensils and found the box of matches. I lit one and admired the neon orange flame, providing warmth to my hands.
I headed to the dining room, where the four roses stood tall and I burned them, one by one, until there was just a single rose left. A few seconds later, I burned that one too.
I dropped the still-lit match, not caring where it went and strolled into the hallway. I sat in between the rows of boxes and lit another match.
I sat there, watching as the fire engulfed all of my belongings, burning my whole life away. The fire burned quickly, coming closer and closer to me. A single tear rolled off my cheek into the fire, but it wasn't strong enough. The fire was now on me, scorching through my clothes. But I didn't care. Next it would touch my skin. Oh well, I thought, as I knew I was going to die.
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Mind Fires
HorrorWhen Tessa James agrees to take on her young nephews after they are removed from their mother, she thinks it will be a simple task. But when the boys' behaviour becomes abnormal, the reasons become clear as to why their mother neglected them. Tessa...
