Living Of Borrowed Time

18.Fire

When I woke up the voices were still raving about murder and mainly fire. Fire is something these voices love talking about. I got up and checked under my bed, the pages were still there. Time for school, to the bus stop I went and I smelled smoke but there was no fire. I got to school and sat through the long day. The smoke smell followed me around for the entirety of my day but there was no fire. Leaving school was worse because the smell got stronger, much stronger. I got on the bus and went home, finally.

As soon as I opened the front door all I could see was black smoke. It didn't leave trough the front door, it stayed in the house. I was a little scary to walk in but I did it, just with my eyes closed. I stook to the wall and followed the them upstairs, I did the same thing when going to my room. My room was worse than the rest of the house. I tried to open my window but nothing happened. All while the voices were quietly chanting fire over and over again. It was painfully, painfully annoying.

I layed down on my bed and got to thinking, should I start a fire. It sounds like it would be fun and very adrenaline inducing, how exciting. I could probably rob some petrol from the neighbourhoods cars or I could try talking some from a petrol station. The voices liked the sound of me committing arson. "Maybe setting something alite would stop the voices" I thought and got very good responses from the voices, which was strange because they usually ignore me. Where should I do it and can it just be a small fire, like in a bin.

My room is still full of smoke so I needed to crawl to the wardrobe. I got into the same clothes I wore that haunted night. I then crawled to the door and left. Leaving the house was amazing because there was no smoke. I went looking around for some sort of metal bin so I wasn't committing "bad arson". I just wanted it to be more controlled. Adrenaline will probably be a issue because I haven't done this before. I unfortunately didn't find a bin but I did find a good spot. I also got a hose and bucket.

I waited till it got dark before I left for a walk. In reality I was just walking around to see how many cars were there, I also set up the bucket and hose for getting the petrol out of cars. I wasn't looking forward to getting the petrol because I would need to suck on the hose and therfore would probably taste it. I taped the hose to the bucket and put it hiding in some bushes beside the house. I checked the forest and saw no one immediately so I left. It got dark and I prepared myself.

Petrol doesn't taste nice, it smells nice but it dose taste it. I knew it wouldn't taste nice but meh. I took all the petrol to the burn spot, I got some rubbish from bins and got them ready. I put on some gloves and started to sock all the rubbish in the petrol before pilling it together. I had a get more petrol a good few times. Now all I need is to grab my matches, that I accidentally left at home. I just went to a local shop and looked about before I took a of larger matches.

I hesitate a bit when staring the fire. I took a few deep breaths before I finally set the mess I made on fire. It was exicting the voices were very amused and I felt amazing. I could feel the adrenaline racing through out my body, in my veins. I stood there watching the fire blaze on, I stood back when it got to big. Eventually I ran away because the fire got to big. I still stood close by just to see the fire grow bigger and bigger. I only left when I heard police sirens in the distance.

I left for home and when I opened the door there was no smoke. The smoke had left, was it because of the fire I made. I locked the door behind me and went to bed happy, there was a note left on my desk that I was going to read in the morning. Morning came faster than normal because I got home so late. I woke up and read the note, it simply said "Congratulations, you've finally started to listen to use" it was signed of with the words Slenderman and proxy's. Were they the voices in my head?

I went to school with a bit of pep in my step. I wanted to do it again, the high I got on from it would make it worth it. Everyone at school was talking about it, they were terrified, terrified of me. The fire was huge and some stupid people got hurt in it. I found it funny, the whole day I was laughing to myself but I made sure nothing showed. The voices were internally giggling too. Unfortunately my crime was now being investigated but it felt a little exiting, it was scary but pretty exiting. Probably adrenaline.

I walked home and the whole way I was wondering if the police would pull up beside me and arrest me. Would I be able to run, would I immediately become a proxy upon arrest or would I be left to rot. Besides no one would believe me if I told them my story, I would be called schizophrenic and mentally deranged. I got home and went to my room and I started to outwardly giggle and laugh. My mind was filled with laughter and the mental image of that lovely fire. I wanted to do it again but bigger.