Flames *Dan Howell*

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     Dan and Phil were at my apartment currently, it was around 5 pm and we were discussing dinner plans. The boys had been playing video games on my Wii and I had The Sun Also Rises in my lap, reading through it. I enjoyed reading. Nothing overwhelming could come from reading. 
"We could have Chinese." Dan said and Phil nodded, "Is that okay with you, Em?" 
"Whatever you guys want, I am good with. And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Em?" I replied to Dan without look up from my book. 
"About a million, but I like seeing you get so ruffled up about it." I rolled my eyes and finally looked up. Dan was sitting on the sofa, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and a Wii controller in his hands. Phil was leaned back, with his feet spread a good two feet apart. Needless to say, they were both comfortable at my house. 
"What do you want from the Chinese place?" Phil questioned, dialing the number for the restaurant. 
"Some sesame chicken sounds nice." I mumble, as Phil brings the phone to his face. 

     Dan and Phil had been close to me for years now and had gotten use to my emotionless and at times found it quite amusing. Being friends with them for about 3 years was great, they both were quite funny and attractive, and being around them was soothing for whatever reason. I didn't understand what it was, but I found it relieving. 

     Yesterday, I turned 21, which is weird to think about. I didn't go out and get wasted, Phil got a cake and Dan got some champagne and we just had a small get together at their place. We played some games and watched movies and such, it wasn't terrible. I feel guilty because, even though they are use to me being emotionless, you can tell it makes them uncomfortable at times and I feel awful for them being uncomfortable, but I am scared to see what happens when I show emotions. 

     As Phil was finishing up on the phone, the page between my thumb and forefinger burned, causing a hole where my fingers were sitting. I gasped. This had never happened before. Suddenly, the book was beginning to burn softly. Dan looked at me, but I just got up and ran to my room, throwing the book and locking the door. I breathed, trying to calm my nerves, knowing that if I freaked out this building could explode. I heard Dan tapping at the door softly. 
"Emerson, are you okay?" this was so foreign to me. I never showed emotions nor has there ever been a reason to worry about me. 
"Dan, do you think you could get me the thermometer from the kitchen for me, please?" I asked, trying to figure out what my body was doing. I heard Dan's footsteps walk away and I went to pick up my scorched book, examining the burning prints. What was happening to me? 

     I knew one of my mom's friends that could help me, but no one in that world knew I was alive. I "died" in that world with my powerful parents. I refused to come back, in fear of being captured as I was considered powerful and I could be used for good or evil, I remained neutral and hidden from them. I didn't want her to sell me out to anyone. But I also was struggling. I would have to find someone to talk to about this issue. I remembered her house from when I was little, it was practically branded into my brain, as she was the first one 'to the rescue' when my parents died. She lived three houses down from us. 

     "Emerson, you book!" coming back to reality as  Phil yelled, my book was burning in a fireball. I had created that without looking. I quickly breathed in, feeling the flames heat and diminishing it within seconds. Phil looked afraid of me, and it honestly hurt to see that fear in someone's eyes. It reminded me of my parents' fearful eyes as they burned. I felt tears well in my eyes as Dan turn and ran, yelling for Dan. 
"Dan, we are leaving. Emerson is insane and can control fire and will kill up. We need to call the police or something!" and just like that, I realized that they thought I was a freak. They didn't want to be my friend and it was understandable. I felt overwhelmed, so much was happening to me. I sat on the floor against the wall, and let a large amount of emotions overcome me, all the emotions I have held back for 20 years, finally came to me. Tears, screams of pain, hurting, anger, happiness, everything hit me all at once. I felt arms begin holding me, comforting me. I heard a soft gentle voice in my ear, soothing me. I quickly closed my eyes, picturing my emotions as the ocean, watching as the rough tidal waves came to a calm and relaxed. I watched as the glimmer of the light was so precious, it made me feel happy. I was so exhausted but I opened my eyes and were met with the chocolate brown eyes of Daniel Howell. 

     "Why didn't you leave?" I questioned, no emotion behind my voice. Dan's eyes were very warm in contrast to my cold, empty ones.
"Emerson, I would never leave you behind, not when you need me." I had never had anyone want to help me, to be with me at all. Dan and Phil have been my only friends and when they had the chance to abandon me, they didn't. I mean, Phil almost did, but looking in the doorway, I see Phil's worried expression as he throws me a small smile. 
"Sorry for my outburst, I was scared and I had never seen anything like that. I apologize." He came closer to me.

     "I am sorry for you guys having to see this. This was a side of me that has been tucked away for 20 years and I apologize." I said. The reply I got was so unexpected to me.

     "How can we help?"