Flames Curse

Part 1. How it all began.

It was a simple night, Z was laying in her living room watching her TV, not suspecting anything out of ordinary.. She yawned gently "well thats enough TV for tonight..." she muttered, flickering it off with a click of the remote. She climbed off her couch, her tail wrapping around her leg gently as she walked to her room, pulling off her hoodie as she went. She made it into her room and flopped down on the bed, and slowly falling asleep.. unaware of the events to come.

She awoke to the smell of gasoline, drifting slowly to her nose, Z jolted awake to see a dark figure standing at the end of her bed, her room soaked with gasoline, an empty tank sitting just a few feet away from the figure. It lifted a match, with a swipe it lit, before she could react, it dropped the match and the room burst into flames.
Z saw the flames before she felt them, like tiny hands grabbing at her and searing her skin upon contact, her bed collapsed, trapping her in a mass of wood and burning blankets, she felt the fire lick at the side of her face, causing her to scream in pain and try to get out, but her tail was being crushed under something, she screamed helplessly, knowing there was no one to help.. she lived in such an isolated area, how would anyone know she was out here? With one last yank, her tail was free! But terribly injured... blood dripped down her blistered tail, and her face. Her body was in so much pain but she had to push through, Z scrambled up and limped to the window, but it was engulfed with flames. And her only exit point. Looking around she had nothing to pry the window open without getting burnt, with no other ideas, she plunged her hand into the depths of the fire, crying out in pain as it seared and blistered her skin, causing it to boil and bleed horribly, she grabbed the scolding lock and shoved it open, the window jerked open and she tumbled out into the cool air.. gasping for breath as she hit the ground with a thud. The air felt soft and refreshing against her burnt and blistered skin... Z sat up, watching silently as the flames swallowed her house, burning it to ashes. Tears stung her eyes as she sat there on the grass, and soon they fell, sliding down her cheeks like diamonds in the dark, leaving behind  glistening streaks on her ashened face, her house.. burning to ash... sirens echoed in the distance rapily getting louder and louder as the trucks approached. Z sobbed, letting out what she was trying to hold back, they ran down her face, washing away the dark ash from the smoke, the trucks had made it and were desperately trying to put out the fire, no one had noticed her.. There was a yell and someone ran over with a med kit and water, dropping to her side to examine her injuries.. and that was it. The very start of her hellish life..