Burn for Me

Chapter 1

All I do is pretend. Hide behind a mask if you will. I act. I put on the smile and I'm nice and quiet, but people don't realize what the quiet means.

They underestimate me. I mean no one can ever REALLY know you, can they?

They don't know how dark my mine is they don't know that when I'm quiet I'm listening to every word they say, they think they're safe spilling their secrets to a close friend, but they don't realize I heard every word.

Nobody, and I mean nobody knows the rage I hold inside myself that I would burn the world down if given that chance. And no one will ever know. Not willingly from my lips. I am a completely different person on the inside than I pretend to be on the outside.

I think people would be scared out of their minds if they spent a single day in mine.

But I wasn't always like this.

The world is just a cruel, cruel place. And maybe I was always meant to end up the villain. Whether that's in my story or someone else's. Maybe I was meant to burn the world and stomp on people's hearts and souls, who knows.

I sure don't.

But I don't really know anything do I?

I'm just a perfect pretty doll sitting on the shelf waiting to one day be chosen, until slowly I lose all hope. And I become something else entirely, something to fear, a monster in disguise that no one will find out unless I let them.

No one expects an angel like me to burn the world. And I want to watch it burn.

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My story starts in high school just like most stories like this do. I don't remember really, most if any of my actual high school experience as everyone likes to call it (although I am still just a senior), most of my life is a blur really if I think about it, I don't remember much without prompt.

I suppose I should have realized sooner that something was wrong with me than I did, but I guess I was just content until I wasn't.

Because once I did realize that something inside of me was detrimentally fucked up, that I wasn't like most others my age, or like anyone really, I started to feed into it, and it only became worse. But by that point I was too far gone.

I didn't care at all, I still don't, it's only been a couple years by now. And I've only gotten more and more fucked in the head.

Not that any of my life experiences help to make it better really.

But I'll get into all of that later.

For now, all you need to know is, this is the story of me, Darcy Young.

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Love<3, your author

3/14/23