A broken mind

Fire

A/N This chapter will, unfortunately, be shorter than usual. I'm sorry for this and promise that I will make it up to you all.

It had been 12 hours since Mark brought me back here. And I've never been this bored before, at least not from what I remember. But then again, I don't remember most of my life. Was that Cole guy really one of my friends? Is that why I remembered some memories when I saw him and connected his name with his face? "What are you doing?" Mark's deep voice brought me back to reality. I turned my head to him but only for a second, before turning back to stare at the fire. "What does it look like I'm doing." I spat. Mark grew angry and picked me up by the collar of my shirt. He stared me straight in the eyes, but I kept a plane face. I saw that it annoyed him that I wasn't scared of him. He threw me backward into the wall. I hit my head but stood up with a groan. A bit of blood escaped the side of my mouth but I wiped it away. "So you ware going to fight me? Well, that was a mistake." I took a fighting stance and Mark did the same. We both waited for who would attack first. After a while, I started getting impatient. I decided that was enough waiting and attacked, Mark was a little surprised and I managed to get a strong punch on his jaw. He stumbled back and grunted before charging at me again. I dodged his punch by doing a backflip, which was something I didn't know I could do. I felt a ton of memories about fight training slowly coming back to me and it became easier and easier to dodge and attack Mark. I got hit on the leg one time and on my right shoulder two times. It hurt a little but not enough to make me give up. I felt like if something inside me was burning for me to continue. I landed another punch onto Marke's leg and he fell onto his butt. With a groan, he stood up and looked like he was ready to fight back. I felt some sort of heat build up inside of me and without knowing how I threw a fireball at Mark. We both were shocked, but to be honest, I was more shocked than Mark. "D-Did I just.....?" I stared at my hands in ave. I had just created fire from nothing. "This. Is. Awesome!" I held up my hands and accidentally shoot fire at the ceiling. I looked up and saw that it was on fire.

"Oops."

The fire spread and on less than a minute the roof started collapsing over us. I dodged a piece of the ceiling that fell down, but Mark wasn't that lucky. He was buried under a pile of rubble. I wanted to help him, but he hasn't really been all that nice to me, plus I need to get out of here before I get crushed. I ran towards the front door. I grabbed the handle but the door wouldn't budge. I tried to get the door to open but it wouldn't budge. I started feeling weaker and my vision started getting blurry and darker. Every breath I took filled my lungs with more smoke and after some more breaths, I could no longer stand up straight. I sunk down by the door and my vision started to fade. There were sounds of the ceiling crumbling down all over the place and the fire danced its way towards me. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the fire. I always loved to see it dance, and now that would be the last thing I see. My vision turned to black just before the flames swallowed me.