Flames Fire

Chapter 1

That small dim light flickers orange in my otherwise dark room as a pool of black blood form around it's feet. It reaches up in the air and moves it's hips to a beat only it can hear. It's dance is so different, so unique. Suddenly the flame turns violent and it spreads its arms and shrinks down into a string of dust. I growl and get out of bed and walk to my window. The damn thing does that sometimes, the latch is broken. I sigh and look out my window into the cold colorless sky sprayed with small white dots. The moon stands full and proud in the highest point in the sky. I shiver and slam my window shut. I walk over to my black candle and stick my finger into the small melted part. I smile and flick off the wax into my trash and pick up the candle. I put it in the first drawer of my nightstand, the only other thing in there was an old picture of my real parents. The Thomson's family is wonderful, don't get me wrong, but I stopped eating till they let me look up who my real parents were. Mr and Mrs Milles, I was Diana Milles. My mom died in child labor and my dad died three weeks later, in a horrible house fire. It's a mystery on how I survived, but then I was adopted by Mr and Ms Thomson. Sandra wanted another kid but soon after found out she couldn't, and adopted my little brother Alex, he was abandoned and alone for two days before someone found him starved in an ally. Bob wanted to get married to Sandra but she thinks that a peace of paper and two rings shouldn't define a relationship, but I think she's just scared. Bob is strong and like a wrestler yet stern and productive. Sandra is the complete opposite, she's small and creative with a small smile always plastered on her face. My little bro, Alex, is fun, athletic, lightheaded, void with his hands, and most of all, compassionate. He hates what he went through and wishes nothing other then to help them out. I look across my room into the small body length mirror and see a tall, skinny girl wearing a small lime tank top, pink fluffy socks, and pink fluffy shorts. I walk over to the mirror and see my waist length hair, naturally this dark gray or ash, but I died the last 5-7 inches with red, yellow, and orange in a way to make it look like fire when I move. I sigh and watch the girl in the mirror sway. I jumped when there was a soft but rushed moloch on my door. I open it and I'm tacked by my little brother, sobbing horribly. I tense up and try to ask how what's wrong.
" m-m-m-mom-m and D-aaa are dea-d!" He whispered at me the best he could. Just then I heard something break in the kitchen. I stiffen and grip my little brother as I slowly push him off of me.
"... no. N-NO! F-Flame you can't go out ther-" I throw my hand over his mouth and shh him. Tears start to flow out of his eyes.
"If I let go, do you promise not to scream?* I nodded as he locked his eyes shut tightly. I let go and ticked him in my bed. Another crash sent my out of my room and on the landing to the second floor, overlooking the living room. The kitchen is underneath me, along with the murderer that killed my foster parents. I start shaking with rage. This bitch is going to pay for what he did to this family. My fuzzy socks muffle my steps down the stars and across the house. I growl as I see a mans figure in my kitchen, hunched over something. My heart starts to throb when I see Sandra's hand fall on the floor. He killed her... THIS SONE OF A BITCH KILLED HER!!! My rage grows till all I see is red. I run out from behind the wall screaming. I throw my fists at him, blinded by rage. Here's a sharp pain in my temple and I'm out. The red fades to black as I see the ground falling to me.
I just up, suddenly standing, wearing a black shirt, neon blue skirt, black fishnet tights and black slip on shoes. I touch my hair to deal a messy bun. I just came back from a party I wasn't allowed to go to. I start walking home, checking my phone every few minutes, bored. There's a scream in the park across the street and I fall. My Curiosity overwhelmed me and I ran to it, hoping to help in some way. The raw smell of blood smacks me when I see a silhouette next to the swings. I swallowed hard and decided to leave, but then it saw me.
My blood froze and I was unable to look away from this man.  This killer was proudly cowering over a little girl, torn open everywhere. I become light headed and I take one quick breath in before he jumps up and bolts in my direction. I squeak but I stay, unable to move. He topped me and angled his knife for my neck before I snapped and kicked him in the junk. He groans and loosens his grip on me. I to everything I can to get out of his hands, and when I do, I'm running for my life, in the opposite direction of home. I reach Major and I fall in the parking lot. I pale a full 360 turn and don't see him.
" are you okay mss? Do you need a ride home?" I just and look over an an old man in his one flat car. I drop to the ground and smile.
" yes please." I managed.