The Flame

Flame

              "Il riduto! You're lying! Non e vero!" I shouted at them with tears glistening around the edges of my eyes (No! You're lying! That's not true!).

"Flame, please calm down." He said.

"No." I bit out, my Italian accent rolling of the syllable.

I ran up to my room, slammed the door, fell on my bed, and just sobbed.

           When I got up and looked in the mirror on my door I could not recognize myself. The tips of my pitch black hair now had red tips. I was more pale than usual. My hair was glowing with a reddish, clear thing surrounding it, and it floating in the air a bit, heat started to spread through my fingertips. I thought nothing of it, because I was angry, maybe it was just that, so I went to bed.

           I was only half awake and coiffing because the smoke that was surrounding me. It suddenly felt like someone else was in the room, then a sweet scent of freshly fallen rain and a forest enveloped me blocking out the scent of things burning, and the smoke.

Strong warm arms carried me out side to safety, then both the amazing, addicting, sent, and the warm, calming arms that were around me diapered. That is when I fully woke up and heard the screams, the terrifying screams, dashing through the dawn as my home, my aunt, and my uncle, were all burned to smoldering ashes as I sat there stiffly, staring wide eyed at the dancing flames that were eating my aunt and uncle.

            "I don't know how the fire started, I don't understand why I survived and they didn't." I lied, as I heavily sobbed.

"Please, Miss, can you tell us where the fire started?" the annoying female news reporter asked me.

"I-In my r-room, r-right next t-to my bed." I sadly replied.

"And how is it that you got out?" the stupid news lady prodded.

"I-I don't know, I went to bed, the f-fire started, a-and when I woke up I was s-safely o-outside," I whimpered. "C-Can I go now?"

"Please, Ma'am, stay and answer more questions." the reporter lady pushed me.

I became in raged, I mean, come on, my aunt and uncle were just burned to death, you could at lease show a little tiny bit of sympathy.

"My aunt and uncle just died I only have about four to five family members left! So you can wait for your stupid questions to be answered! Now let me morn my aunt and uncle's death!" I shouted at her, flailing my pale, stick-like arms around before I stomped off muttering, "Cagna."

             After I stormed off from the stupid news reporter, I went to the forest to calm down. The scent of the forest and all the scents along with it always calms me down, but for some reason, when I got to the forest, for some reason the scents of the woodland reminded me of my unknown hero. The scent made something in me restless. What is this feeling that I feel by the scent?

            I sighed as more cars, speed by, glowing and glimmering in the rising, bright sun. The restlessness has not left, it just keeps on growing the closer we, my baby cousin and I, get to another one of our aunt and uncles houses.

My six year old cousin, Ashley, giggled.

"What's so funny baby-girl?" I asked her.

"It seems like you keep on getting more and more restless the closer we get to aunt and uncle's place." she giggled, once again.

"Honestly, I am. You're very smart for your age, you know that right, Ash?" I admitted, letting out a long breath, fogging up the window.

"I know, Flamy." she snickered cheerfully.