The Phoenix- on Hold

Prologue

'Freak'

'Weirdo'

They were some of the many names I was labeled as.

My name is Lucy Bell, I am 15 years old. My parents and older brother, Nathan, were killed in a fire when I was 5. I don't know why but everyone blames me for their deaths.

While my family, my home, my life, burned down around me, I sat in the center of the house, my home, surrounded by beautiful red, yellow and blue flames. But none could touch me. It was like they were hugging me, trying to comfort me. All I could hear was screaming or cracking, then it went silent. No more screaming or crackling of flames. The flames were still there, not growing or moving, just waiting. When I realized my family was dead, I did what any 5 year old would do, I cried. As I cried the flames started to recede and the sky broke into a none stop rain. When the flames had finally vanished, all you could see was a mile wide circle of burnt rubble. In the center was were I was sat crying, unable to stop.

From that day forward I have been an emotionless shell everyone named a 'Freak'.