Queen of Fire

Prologue

I was three when they died. I was to small to help them. I was too young to know what was really going on. I was asleep when it happened. I woke up to my mom calling for me. I got out of bed and wobbled over to my moms room.

"Mommy?"

She didn't move. She just laid there eyes open. There was blood around her.

I heard footsteps and voices.

"Get the gasoline."

"Wait so we are going to burn the kid alive?"

"Dude that's cruel, even for us."

"Get the damn gasoline!"

I smelled the gasoline as they poured it. I ran over to the window and watched them light the fire. I watched them drive away.

I ran over to my mommy and attempted to shake her awake but she didn't wake up.

I was in the floor crying fire all around me when a firefighter came in and took me away from my mommy.

The paramedics took care of me while the police took my mommy away. I watched the firefighter put the fire out.

I was confused. How could water put something so powerful as fire out??

"Sweetie?" The female paramedic asked. "Can you to tell me your name?"

I looked at her. I didn't want her to know my name. I didn't want anyone to know my name. So I just sat there.

"How is she?" one of the police officers asked the female paramedic.

"She seems fine. No burns or scratches. She either can't or won't talk though," she told the officer.

I looked around for my daddy. I didn't see him with my mommy. I wanted my daddy.

The police officer took me to a house I didn't know. I was in the car while he went up to the house to talk to the owners. After a minute or two he came back and got me.

"This is your new home," the police officer said handing me over to the woman.