Terrifying Teen Lives

Up in Flames

                                                       WARNING: Death, fire, insanity, talk of police

         

My name is Aguya, a Russian name meaning 'mistress of fire', but people normally call me blaze, fire witch, psycho. I mean that's typical when you're known as the towns 'demon', in all honesty I don't see the problem. But, that problem got me in prison, like it can hold me, let me set the scene.

It was a Friday on a hot July afternoon, I was in my room on my phone when I blacked out, the feeling of fire running through my veins. While slipping in and out of consciousness I saw myself walking out of my house. black. I'm in the middle of the forest. black. I see a lighter, a pile of leaves. black. Orange, yellow, black, merging together. black. When I wake up I sense heat all around. Once I finally regained control of my scattered thoughts, they were like a messy library, someone or something seemed to tamper with them. During this period of time I was spinning in a circle laughing maniacally. fire. All I see is fire. The flames are so beautiful, the way they turn and curve, the mix of colors. I can hear agonizing screams, they sounded worried, panicked, it tasted delicious. The delightful sounds of crackling, like when I was a kid getting excited for popcorn. In the back of my head I heard this deep voice, it sounded like a coffee grinder, it sounded pleased. It kept telling me to think of anything, maybe an animal of some kind, so I did. Magically a fox made of fire came out of the swooping flames. This was the best day of my life. I walked out of the flames confidently, the orange and yellow swooping mess making a path for me. When people saw me they were relieved, until they saw my smirk. My family is astonished. I'm unscathed, I probably looked insane, my family running up to me asking what happened, who did this.

"I don't know, but I can control the fire," I said enthusiastically.

black. Again. I open my eyes. Again. This time burnt bodies are around me. Well what could be called bodies, ash. it's all ash. flames. smoke. police sirens in the distance, soon arriving surprised to see a teenage girl with a happy expression. The voice spoke again,

"Let them take you" I then get taken into custody and put in a holding cell until my trial. One day later a boy my age was shoved in the cell, i saw some red stains on his cheeks. Ugh I hate people