Sir and Lady Oneshots

To be Burned - Part 1 - Kidge.

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Memories were an odd thing that could either bring great happiness or great sadness. That memories could be rewritten to be a lie or grown to be forgotten over to protect the host of the body. 

Trauma is often blamed for memories being kept secret even from the very person who had lived through them. 

And sometimes, you never forgot a memory, no matter how desperate you are to forget it. 

She was four when she felt the burn of flesh, the heat over a live flame consuming all oxygen around her hungrily. The smoke that choked her with each urgent breath she took, filling her lungs with something bad than the air she desperately begged for. 

The screams and cries from those that were still trying to break down the fire exit indoor the cinema screen room. Begs of help from those that had given up or been trampled on by others in their scared rush of an escape. 

She had sobbed so much that her drying eyes were burning with her very flesh that had foolishly pushed against the metal door, trying to reach her family. The heat rising all around her and made her struggle to understand if only her hands were burnt or if she was burning alive like everyone else inside. 

Burning the back of her hands as she refused to use her palms against the flaming beam that had fell, that had blocked the rest inside and had them running towards the fire exit inside the screen room instead. She had tried to be strong and brave, to be a big girl as she shoves at the fiery beam. 

But all she did was cry as it burnt the rest of her hands, leaving her to stare down at the melted and blistering skin that was meant to be both her hands. 

She knew her parents were meant to be there, wouldn't have been in that room when the fire was started. 

The family car had broken down outside, Her dad had called for a pick up truck but none would come until morning. Her mother had asked the staff at the cinema for any hotels close by. Learning over motel on the edge of the tiny town that needed a car to take them, earning for a taxi to be called but none free for the next hour.

Her parents had asked for the four of them to wait in the waiting area but staff had refused. Only paying costumers were allowed inside. Her Dad just paid for the four tickets for them for whatever last viewing as one. Her brother had taken her hand and lead her towards the screen room, knew she'd be slow because she was so tired from how late it was. 

Their parents catching up to them by the screen room doors, snacks and drinks in their arms to help fill their stomach until the taxi arrived. All shuffling to the closest seats to the heavy and mental doors. Trying to not ruin the film now beginning for anyone else. 

She had fallen asleep, knew her parents and brother had began to drift off not long afterwards. Replying on the staff to wake them once the taxi arrived as requested, her father had paid extra for the wake up call. 

She'd later learn that the film wasn't a nice one, it was a film full of Homophobia and only very nasty people would watch and enjoy. A film her parents would have rushed both her and her brother out and far away from if they didn't fall asleep before the film had fully began.