It has been only a few days since my entire life changed. I relive it every night and wake up, sweating and gasping for breath. I have a feeling if I write it down, it will stop bothering me.
It was a normal Friday afternoon and I was sat in French class, only half listening. My eyes dart back and forth between the teacher and the new transfer student. He didn't look very nice to me. He had a lip piercing and wore his hair in a ridiculous way that he obviously thought was "cool"
"Why the hell are you staring at me?" I jerked awake.
"Are you a stalker or something?"
I shook my head. The last thing I wanted was a fight at the end of a school week.
"Oy! Everyone!" Came from the new kids mouth,
"Ash is a stalker! Ash is a stalker!"
The chant began to echo across the room, getting louder and louder until even the teacher couldn't handle it. I simply couldn't bear it.
I let out a roar of rage. The anger that I thought had gone was now quickly rising up like a volcano that was on a tight schedule. I felt the anger envelope me like an inferno.
I don't remember much after that. I heard the screams and the cries of students and teachers alike but I couldn't see. I was surrounded by my own personal blaze.
The wails of the fire engines still ring in my ears. That day, I burnt my entire school down.
One thought still haunts me:
I am a murderer...
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