Another bad day.
Another person yelling.
I hate it.
I angrily grab my match boxes and slip on my hoodie and shoes, leaving my yelling mother behind me and I dash off to my hidden area. After a few moments of running, I sigh and stand in an abandoned area and pull out my matches. I walk and ponder while looking around and pulling out random pieces of wood, paper, wires, leaves, pictures, anything that could burn. I set them into a pile and I look around with caution. Living in a bad neighborhood means I'll most likely run into a gang or some robbers or rapists at this time of night. Once I feel the area is clear, I struck a match and watch the tiny flame sway in the light wind. 'It's so beautiful...' I get caught up in the moment and immediately shake my head and toss the match into the pile before the match stick burns out. I watch as the match slowly lights up a piece of paper and slowly light the other items up into bright burning light. I feel my mouth twitch upwards a bit as I hear the wood pop and see the fire spread and consume the whole pile. I inhale the scent of smoke and watch as the flames dance in the wind and as the smoke rises. The scent is intoxicating to me, I love the smell. I slip my hands into my hoodie pockets and slowly drift off into my mind, watching the flames sway and dance as I feel the warmth hit my face and feel the smoke enter my lungs. I feel alive. I feel free. I feel this is the most enjoyable experience of my life. I feel the urge to make it bigger and better. I feel the need to do it again, and again, and again. I want to watch this world burn. This feeling is amazing and I wish I could stand out here forever. I shake my head and watch as the flames slowly die down, making me wonder what time it was and how long I have been standing out here. I sigh and kick a stone that was lying near my feet and then kick dirt into the almost dead flame and stomp on it, making it die completely. I sigh and turn to make my way back home as thoughts of burning houses or buildings fill my mind.
Back to my own little hell...
One day, I will watch this world burn...
*This was a true story about me* *sort of*
YOU ARE READING
Lifes Red Strings
Historia CortaThese are some random stories I have made. Some based on my life, some to help others, and some just to get it out of my mind. Some will be depressing or sad, and some will be nice and warm. It just depends on my mood. Please read and let me know wh...
