Burning Desire

2. Friends

      Inside of the huge bowl of molten metal, the pain was indescribable. My whole body felt the extreme heat, but somehow I could reach out with my arm and pull myself out. As I lie on the ground, my body was glowing red from the heat but was not burning. I thought it was a dream...no way this could be real. But, oh boy, it was! After a couple minutes of resting on the ground, I convinced myself to try to get up and walk. After a couple slow steps, I noticed each time I stepped, I heard a hissing noise. I looked back to see molten footprints behind me being left in the concrete floor. This kinda creeped me out a bit, so I walked faster. Once I made it outside onto the grass, the grass then caught fire! Frightened by the fire, I covered my face with my arms, but the fire did not hurt me. Realizing this, I lowered my arms in disbelief.

I shrugged this off and continued walking through the fire. I did not feel the pain of the fire, but only the warmth and comfort of it, as if I was not anywhere near it. The only thing on my mind at this point was to get home as fast as possible to collapse on my bed; unless I'm already asleep and this is a dream, which I'm possibly considering at this point. Finally, I made it to my house. Quietly, I crept in, trying not to wake up anyone in the house. Then, I finally made it to my bed. I started to burn up, so I made about ten to fifteen ice packs and put them on various places on my body and within minutes, I was out.

I woke up the next day thinking it was all a dream. I said to myself, "No way that was possible; maybe I just ate some bad food." Then my hand erupted into flames at first I thought it was a normal fire. So I did what any normal person would do if his hand was on fire. I started to scream and run for the bathroom sink. I quickly turned it on and placed my hand underneath the water; after a couple seconds, I checked my hand to see there were no burns or damage of any kind on it. Just as I was leaving the bathroom, my hand caught fire again, but the other hand did too at the same time. Realizing that it wasn't a dream after all, I calmly put my hands back into the sink, putting the fire out with a resounding hiss. As soon as they were not in the contact of water though, they sprung to life with fire again! Defeated, I looked into the mirror.

"It's going to be a long day," I said to myself.

So the struggle to get ready with two bonfires for hands began. I picked out the clothes I was going to wear, keeping in mind to find something fire resistant enough to not catch fire.I grabbed an outfit, but it burst into flames, leaving nothing but ash at my feet. I suppose I got really upset, because the fire in my hands grew at my frustration, almost touching the roof. Noticing this, I had an idea. I closed my eyes and focused, calming myself, then the fires in my hands disappeared.

Finally, I realized that whatever happened to me was connected by emotion. I then grabbed some new clothes and finished my routine with no further problems while I kept a clear mind. Before too long, I was at school talking to my friends, not bothering them with the details of what had happened. I might tell certain people, but I was not going to use this accident to gain popularity; that's low, even for me. Plus, they might have tried to convince me to do some mischievous tricks and pranks with it, whatever it was.

My group of friends consist of four of the closest people in my life. First of all, there's Will; he and I have been together since we were toddlers. Nowadays, we both play guitar, practicing together often. Will has dark brown hair with a medium build; he wears Nike sweatshirts most days with jeans. Then there's Ryle. He can joke about anything with me; ever since I was little, I used humor as a coping mechanism. With Ryle, the humor is genuine. Ryle is a red-head with a medium build who also wears sweatshirts a lot with jeans. Alec is Ryle's brother. He is way more serious and into the military; he's nice to talk to when something is really bothering me. He is blonde, has a medium build; he mostly wears t-shirts relating to the army with jeans. Lastly, there's Sam. He's my twin brother. He's mostly at his new job recording for a church and perfecting his dream to be a director by videotaping us. Mostly, they contain more jokes than the intended serious content. He has dark black hair, medium build, wears mostly American eagle t-shirts with jeans. Then, there's me. The day all this happened, I was in my tan dress pants like always with the slight spike in the front of my hair. I was wearing a Led Zeppelin shirt with my signature guitar necklace around my neck and my watch that had been passed down from my grandpa. He had passed on a couple years ago.

I was walking with my friends in the morning that day. They talked about the typical stuff we normally talk about: new stuff going on with us, music, when we can hang out next, ya'know the usual. After a bit, I broke off to head to the library to talk with Brookelynne, one of the few friends that goes to our church as well. She has curly red hair with glasses. She was wearing a graphic t-shirt with jeans. I sat down talking to her like normal, seeing what was new and making a joke in the conversation whenever I could until the bell rang. As I left the library, I ran into Britain. She has dark brown hair with a lot of freckles on her face; she sometimes dresses fancy for school, just for the heck of it. That day, she was wearing a skirt with a brightly colored v neck. She also goes to our church, but today we didn't have enough time to talk, so we just waved as we headed off in opposite directions. Then the day officially started with a boring sleepy class of history. The next class I had was welding, which is the fusion of metal with extreme heat. In this class, we have booths with dark black sheets around them that protect everyone's eyes from the outside. So I had an idea. Instead of using the welding machine, I picked up the metal in my hand and started to heat it up, practicing various ways of how to use my newfound skill when no one was looking. While I did this, I felt better, as if a weight was pulled off my shoulders. After I was done, I felt way better, like I had been storing energy inside of me, until I finally released it by using my gift.

The bell then rang, dismissing the students. For the rest of the day, it was as if I were normal again, but I had to keep quiet to keep my hands from bursting into flames. Before too long, I was home. Exhausted I fell onto my bed, and within minutes I was asleep, listening to music.