I know I'm different.
I've always felt secluded, alone.
There's a lot of things that make me different. Being abandoned at an orphanage. Not looking like other girls do. My short temper. Having scars and bruises all over my body from being bullied - a huge understatement - by the other girls.
But there's other things that make me different, too. Things that one takes notice to, but can't quite name, like the eternal anger I have inside for the world that can't be tamed. This fire inside me that's like a demon trying to lash out of its cage.
I could control it most days. I begged the demon to calm down, to let me be. But it kept begging to be fed, its meal made up of raging fits and outbursts. Things got worse and worse as the years went by, my inner demon spiraling out of control.
And one day, the demon broke loose of its cage completely. It took control of me, willing me to explode after holding it all in for so long.
The fire inside me that had been contained for so long burst free, and before I knew it I was surrounded in flames, all sight of the orphanage gone.
I was terrified as I realized what I had done. I was even more terrified when I knew that I liked it. I loved this new feeling, this feelings of freedom and power and anger.
I felt like a monster and a queen at the same time. Like I was at the top of the world, and no one could take me from my throne.
