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Diávolos

The red and orange, flickering and shaking. They're screams, my parents "No..." I whispered hoarsely. I stepped forward trying to pass without getting burned, but before I could move any closer to the flames, a man grabbed my waist.

 "No NO!" I yelled trying to grab into nothing. He pulled me out of the burning house and put me out into the cool air. I looked up at the fire fighter as the tears fell from my cheeks. I grabbed him and cried even more.

I still heard there screams ringing through my ears, He petted my head, whispering comforting words to me.They became louder the more I cried. I began to scream in agony as it was all my fault for the suffering I had caused them.

"SAVE ME NICO!" "HELP ME!!!" 

"No NO! " I screamed, I sat up panting. I felt the sweat roll down my back as I panted heavily through the night.

I threw the blanket off my body and slid off the bed. I walked out the small room and headed to the bathroom, careful to  make any noises. I was separate from the other children since the workers here didn't like the way I played with them.

I wasn't so used to having so many new faces around me. It's been two years since then and I'm turning eight today. But it doesn't really matter, I never really liked my birthday. No one liked me very much either and even though I spent quite awhile here, I never knew anyone.

I opened the bathroom door and stepped on the small stool to reach the higher sink. I turned on the cold water and cupped my hands to drink. I sipped the cold water and felt slightly better. I turned it off once more and left the bathroom and headed back to my small room.

They had put me far away from all the others, I lived at the end of the hall. I opened the big door standing on my tip-toes to reach the door knob. Once I finally opened it, I headed inside and turned on the light after I closed the door. I went towards my small pile of things they gave me.

Since the room was so small, I couldn't really have much inside of it. I grabbed a notebook and picked the crayons. I sat on the floor and began to draw a picture. I really didn't know what it was but it felt so familiar to me.

I grabbed the red and black and began to color, once I was finished I looked at it confused. I had never seen it before. I didn't know what it could be either. I put the drawing aside and began another one, but it looked the same as the one before.

I sighed knowing it would have been the same over and over again, I put the drawings with the others that I knew all looked the same.  The room wasn't anything new to me but I always seemed to find myself looking around the same walls I saw everyday.

I stood up and climbed onto the bed, my face now looking at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and listened to the silence. Before I knew it, I heard the noises again. I opened my eyes once more and saw the bloody skull head above me.

I felt fear course through my veins and it began to move and looked around. It then looked at me before speaking. "You are nothing" it whispered softly, it's voice was deep and echoed "You are nothing" It repeated "No..." I whispered.

"You killed them" It said softly "No!" I yelled "You have nothing" it said darkly "Leave me alone!" I yelled loudly. "You should have died with them!" It yelled "NO" I yelled back "Get out of my head!" I yelled louder, I blinked and it was gone but I wasn't on my bed.

I was quivering in the corner surrounded by a worker, who was my personal one named Leon, whispering 'It's okay' I felt tears roll down my cheeks but I didn't really feel like crying. The emotion of fear quickly went away, The tears on my face seemed irrelevant. The worker quickly become confused from my lack of emotion.