Perfect Imperfections

Chapter One

The obnoxiously high-pitched screams of innocent families echoed painfully through my head.
The crackling and sizzling of the raging and burning fire could be heard clearly for miles around where I was sat.
The heart stopping sounds of sirens from a fire engine and a police van caused me to cover my ears lightly until the authorities had passed by my small and unnoticeable home.
I saw it all happening right from my large bedroom window.
I saw the bodies that were charcoal black and burnt to the touch being carried out by the firemen and women who risked everything and tried so hard but were too, too late.
The chaos grew louder and stung my ears until they felt like I had gone completely deaf. That's right, I had the front row seat to the most chilling horror experience that nobody of such a young age, in fact, nobody at all should ever have to deal with, but many did.
As I watched the scene that was laid out before me, I rested my sore elbows on to the dusty edge of my window sill and I sat and I glared into the dancing flames and rapidly burning row of houses.
Nobody thought much of it. Rows of houses being caught on fire wasn't unusual or strange in my area.
It wasn't until it happened again and then, again.
On the contrary, houses burning weren't the only things that occurred in the first few months of it.
I remember back to when it all had started; mass-murders, riots and crime of all sorts rampaged the streets and terrorised local cities. People called it the start of total world destruction.
I called it freedom.