Fire on Fire

Chapter 1

Home, A place where I can go

To take this off my shoulders

Someone take me home

-Machine gun kelly, A ambassadors, Bebe Rexha - Home

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Chapter song:

The fire - Bishop Briggs

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Pov: Kathrine

The wheels under the bus rush against the asphalt as the bus drives through the crowded city. Cars are passing the bus wildly, everybody speeding to get to their jobs as quickly as possible. I look out of the window, trying to take in as much as possible, getting to know the new city around me. I take a deep breath as my head goes through every little detail from my new job to my new apartment. I lean my head against the window and close my eyes and feel the relaxation take over my body as I slowly open my eyes, looking out the windows as the bus drives by beautiful houses. I thank the bus driver and get off the bus as he stops it in a deserted area. 

The sun is shining, but the wind is cold, making me pull my jacket closer to my body. I look at my phone in my hand, following its silent instructions. The way to my new apartment is short, and before I know it, I am standing in front of the building that will be my new home. I feel the nervosity spread goosebumps all over my body as I take in the broken windows plastered on the crackled paint. I walk into the building, watching the cacking walls. The building is in severe dilapidation and looks like it could collapse at any second, but it was cheap and a perfect location to stay under the radar.

I take off my backpack and search for the keys with no result, feeling frustrated as the key is nowhere to be found. I unzip the last front pocket before sighing, relieved as my hand touches the cold metal. I put the keys in the door and unlock it before opening the door gently, almost afraid that the old door will break into millions of pieces. As the door opens wide, a loud creak sounds, making chills run down my spine, sending goosebumps all over my arms.

I walk into the apartment and turn on the light. I breathe out as I look around, my breathing being visible in the coldness of the apartment. The apartment is simple, with stained and dusty dark wooden floors and dirty brick walls. The living room and kitchen are one big room with an oversized old brown couch taking up most of the space with a small coffee table in front of it. The apartment is dimly lit, with no windows, only a little lamp hanging down from the ceiling without a lampshade. I take a deep breath and feel the irritation in my throat as the dust covers my airpipes. I cough violently, trying to get the dust out of my lungs, listening to the resounds of my coughs in the apartment.

I spot the door on the opposite side of the living room and walk towards it with the floor creaking under my foot every time I step down. I open the door to find a small room with a small dresser, a bed, and a big hole in the wall, where I guess was supposed to be a door. The hole leads into a small bathroom: a rusty shower, a toilet, a mirror, and a sink. Most of the apartment is worn out, and with all the dust everywhere, I would guess that no one has been in here for quite a long time. It is nothing special, but it's far enough. I will make it a home. I look around and start to picture how I can make it nicer as soon as I get my hands on some cleaning supplies, wanting it to be a place where I feel comfortable, where I feel safe. I walk out in the living room and pick up my backpack and turn it upside down. I look at my stuff now scattered on the wooden floor. A scissor, my dagger, sweatpants, hoodies, my wallet, underwear, my handgun, and five different id carts. I bow down and pick up the id carts, sitting down on the old bed, feeling nostalgic as I look through them.

Kathrine Johnson, blue eyes, blond curly hair, and a big smile. The happy girl.

Kathrine Miller, straight brown hair, brown eyes, and a little smile. The mysterious girl.

Kathrine Davis, straight red hair, sparkly green eyes, and a wide smile. The hippie girl.

Kathrine Brown, curly brown hair, green eyes, and a shy smile. The sweet girl.

And the newest one. Kathrine Jones. Straight black hair with bangs, brown eyes hidden behind a pair of too-big glasses, and an awkward smile. The nerdy girl. The newest girl, my new identity.

I pick up my dagger and my id carts and head for the dresser in the bedroom. I take out one of the drawers and cut out a little secret room with my blade. I put the remaining four id carts in the private room. I collect all my clothes and put them in the drawers, hiding the small space under them. My stomach growls to get my attention, but I ignore it. I forgot to buy food, so I'm just going to eat tomorrow. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Straight black hair and brown eyes. I take off my wig and places it nicely at the sink as I stare into the broken mirror. I shake my head with my now curly blond hair before taking out the brown contact lens and look into my natural blue eyes. Dead and tired is the only thing I see. Kathrine Johnson is my real name, my real identity. The happy girl. Well, maybe not the happy girl, but the happier girl. But that's not me anymore. From today off, I am Kathrine Jones. The nerdy girl. I sigh and lie down on the bed and get comfortable, praying to god, that this time, he won't find me as fast.

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