Burnt out

Worried Glances

Authors note: Hey guys! Really quickly there is mention of suicide in this chapter.

It happened one night. I'm not quite sure when but I woke up and my blanket was charred. Now I don't sleep with a blanket, it's not like I get cold easily. I'm always burning, the fire always begging to escape, to leave my fingers, to consume everything. It hurts so bad but I am not stupid. I know if I tell them I will be sent away to one of those camp things, and why start a problem when no one will suspect me in the first place, I am too old to be affected. There's something wrong with me. I'm not normal. I make fire with my bare hands, not that I can control it. I'm the polar opposite of fucking Elsa. There's a knock on my door.

"Cole, come down, we need to talk to you." My mom calls. When I don't respond she tries to come in and realizes the door is locked. Suddenly her voice is full of worry, "Cole open the door."

She seriously thinks I would hurt myself. Not that the thought hasn't crossed my mind, nobody would miss a monster. I sit there for a second staring at my flaming hand and before long Harry is also outside my door calling for me. How long have I been sitting here? I extinguish the fire and get up towards the door. I open it just a crack so they can't see the charred remains of my room. I could easily tell by their worried faces they could smell the smoke on me.

"Cole, we need to talk to you." My mom stated it slowly like she's talking to a fucking dog that'll bite her.

"Ok." I whisper a little more harshly than I liked. Once we get to the couch mom tries to touch my shoulder but I pull away. She couldn't touch me, she couldn't feel my heat. Her and Harry exchange a worried glance. God am I sick of their worried faces.

"Cole, listen, we know you like to..." she takes a breath, "It's not safe for yourself or others when you set things on fire."

They think I don't know that? I'm constantly scared of hurting someone, god hurting them, Lee. It's all I think about. They think I like doing this, I enjoy it.

"Fine, I'll stop." I say walking away from their awful looks. Harry grabs my arm and immediately pulls away.

"What the fuck. Kid you're burning up." He quickly says.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I fucked up. I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my nails into the palm of my hand trying to fight the fire. I refuse to look back at them.

"He is?!" My mom practically yells.

"I'm fine." I breathe as I run into my room. As the door shuts the fire explodes.