Ignite//h.s. [Rewriting]

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     I  rushed back to the house. I didn't look back as I ran. I couldn't bare myself the look on the boy's face.

I opened the door, slamming it behind me. I knew this feeling all to well. The aching of my heart,  the pounding in my head, my bones griding together. I slid against the door, and fell to the floor in a heap.

I should have known someone would find, the boy--Harry, found me so I am not as isolated ad I thought. The burning in my lungs was clawing its way up my throat and going to ends of of my hands. I screamed. The fire came out in dancing embers and cast erie shadows against the wall.

I stood shakily, centering my energy on the flame, to turn it off. But it wouldn't. I balled my hands in fists to close it but it wouldnt.

I need to control it.

I cannot control it.

I am not a monster.

I am a monster.

I do not kill for fun.

I can kill.

The sky outside it dusty orange, setting is the sun over the hill. I look to the ceiling. I squeeze my eyes shut.

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I am covered in ashes and suet. I am breathing in smoke. I skin is on fire. I can't feel it. My lungs are being crushed by the air. The air that is not helping me.

I look around, trying to take in my surroundings. Everything is blurry.  But slowly, I make out a figure, and and see that the abandon house I vacated is no more. The figure I spotted is getting closer. I back away instinctly. As the figure comes into focus, I see that it's the boy--Harry.

I shake my head. "No." I say. "Not you again. Go." 

He doesn't say anything for a moment before extending a hand to help me up. I don't trust him at all. I know he's harmless, really, but I still don't except his hand.

"You don't have to take it," he says. "I just thought you could use a hand. Considering you set your house on fire, and four others." 

My eyes widen. All trees and plants that onced flourished, are gone. The houses are burnt to a crisp. "I-I did't know, " I say "I could do that much damage."

He nods, "I think it's kind of beautiful." He looks around me. I notice the houses are burnt in various patterns. One house is burnt in an up and down motion. Like that flames were waves crushing all. 

"Please, just please stop." I say, shaking my head. I bring my hands to my hair and feel that nearly half of it gone. 

"I say what I mean." he says. 

I can't do this. I can't breath. My chest is heaving. My  bones are grinding. My head is pounding.

Heaving.

Grinding.

Pounding.

I need it to be still. 

I need it to be quiet.

I need it to be dead.

My heart it still beating. I am still alive. I remind myself.

Harry looks at me. He is the moon and I am the sun. 

Get to close to me and you'll burn.

You'll burn.

And burn.

I look at him. "I set things on fire," I say, "Now tell me about yourself."

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