Your Fire (Catradora Modern AU) (COMPLETE!)

Chapter 1 : Blaze

Adoras POV

On a silent night, on a cold December Day, I lost my Parents to a Fire. I remember waking up to the screams of my Father, who had me in his Arms. His ragged breathing, the Smoke, the sound of the Flames all around us, his rapid Heartbeat...i never forget those things. He got me out and ran back in for my Mother and sister but they didn't come out. The Firefighters arrived minutes later and found my Sister Glimmer alive and saved her but neither of our Parents had the same luck. In one night, i lost my Home, Family and will to live with just 4 years of age

I was placed in an Orphanage in another Town but was separated from Glimmer soon after. Her being only two at the time, they probably thought our separation was a good thing, when in reality it became another Dagger in my Heart that bleed it dry over the following years. To this day I don't understand why they decided I didn't need help with any kind of Psychologie evaluation after all that had happened to me.

Life in the Orphanage was decent but I distinctly remember nothing of it for the first year. My Mind and Body had shut down and I basically ran on auto pilot. Ms Weaver was easy to please, as long as you listened but prone to fits of anger and her mood could switch on a dime. The other Kids tried to talk to me in the beginning but soon gave up when i never answered them. Two Years and a half passed like this and i was convinced that my life would always be like this...gray and meaningless.

On a Warm day in July, a new arrival came to us. A young Girl named Catra, who hated everything and everyone around her. She had Ears like a Cat and a Tail too. I overheard that you call her Race, "Magicats" which are rare and famous for their bad temper. Catra fit that description to a T and was screaming for days that "MY AUNT IS ALIVE YE FUCKING BASTARDS, LET ME TO HER" and weird things we didn't understand. She kept to herself and, much like me, became someone the others ignored but unlike me, she had so much Fire in her Eyes.

When she would look at me, I felt slightly guilty for not having as much Life in my eyes like she had. Catra had tried only once to talk to me without reason "Oi...you!" but I just looked at her, emotionless. She kneeled in front of me and started to move her Hands in a weird way, waiting for a reaction out of me and when she didn't get any, she sighed "hmm so not deaf....just stupid?" and walked away

Something about her was fascinating to me. Like I would look at a raging Fire, full of life and anger...but somehow calming and i didn't understand why that was. With the years passing and not much changing, my eight Birthday was the first time something changed. We didn't celebrate Birthdays but some of the others would do it for each other sometimes.

I was just finished on the Toilet when i heard someone talking "So anyone else really hate Catra?"

"Yeah, who does she think she is, that little Bitch?"

Some of the older Children were talking about how they were going to wait for Catra after Dinner to beat her up. I ran to our Room, which held four of us (Catra, Lonnie, Mermista and me) and found Catra sitting on her Bed, looking bored. Wanting to help somehow but still unable to talk became an issue for the first time in my Life. Quickly i try to write something down on a Piece of Paper when i hear Ms Weaver shout from downstairs "Dinners ready, last one does the cleanup"

Catra jumps up and is about to run downstairs when i grab her wrist "The fu...what ya want?" I try to show her what i've written but another shout from downstairs grabs Catras attention "I don't have time for you, weirdo" she says and rips herself lose from me.

Her Hand is about to turn the Door Handle when something inside me snaps "DON'T GO" i shout, my Voice hoarse and rough from years of disuse but steadfast enough to make her turn around to me.

Catra's mismatched Eyes look at me, wide opened and in a state of shock "did ye just...talk?"

"I..." i start but Catra, ironically enough, interrupts me by grabbing my Arms "HOLY FISH ON A STICK....ye can Talk?"