Fire (COMPLETED)

Fire

Fire

Two journalists come and grab two chairs to sit in front of the bars. They say they are intrigued of my backstory. I'm about to laugh when I heard that. They aren't intrigued of my backstory; they're intrigued of how much money they will get from my story. Mortals... they're always the same. I sigh and wrap my hands around the cell bars.

"Hello, Ms. L'etoille," the interviewer speaks. The other is busy scribbling on a snow-white paper.

"Quit the small talk," I hiss.

The journalist sighs, "Ah, I almost thought you're different than any criminals, Ms. L'etoille. But a murderer stays a murderer don't they?"

"You better be nice to me if you want my story."

"Oh," she smirks. "Then I suppose I will ask your journey."

I roll my eyes; trying to remember myself that it can help me get away from the prison.

"It was September fourth where I started to live in an orphanage:

The building was dim yet beautiful in a way. I was fifteen when Mama told me that she would visit me once in a week. It did happen, but it only lasted for a month.

"Hello," a guy smiled down at me. It was the first greet in a very long time.

"Hi," I replied. He smiled again.

"You want to take a walk?"

It was that question that changed the whole winter into summer. We became the best of friends after that. And that was the first time I actually laughed at someone's joke. His name is Violin Rotring.

I was the one who got interested in him. I didn't have any parents, and to had a guy that watched my back wasn't very usual to me. I still remembered his face perfectly. He had normal brunette hair with eyes that matched. His laugh was cheerful, effortless, and just... as simple as that. On the other hand, I knew that I wasn't like him at all. I didn't deserve him. Because I was a witch and he wasn't. He was a mortal.

"Do you want to go to the forest?" he said. I shift my eyes to him and nodded. "How about six pm?"

"That will do." He smiled in return. I shook the blush away from my pale cheeks. "See you later!" I waved goodbye and ran to the girl's dorm. I shrieked like any girls did whenever they're invited to a date. I changed my daily outfit (which was a dull and filthy cream-colored dress) onto a white shirt with puffy sleeves and black skirt that I got from one of the supervisors.

I sat there for hours anxiously. I glared at the ticking clock to be faster, but it wouldn't. My Mama said that I was a witch. Then why couldn't I cast spells like any other wicthes? I figured that it would be cool if I could. And maybe Violin would be amazed by it.

"Elle?" a voice shouted from downstairs. I peeked through the dorm's window and spotted Violin smiling at me. I rushed myself to go downstairs and opened the double doors as quiet as I could. The superivisors didn't allow us to go at night.

"I'm starving," I whispered along with chuckles.

"That's the whole point." His soft voice danced through the night sky. We suddenly heard the supervisor shouted from behind. He quickly grabbed my hands as we ran. We directly panted and laughed when we arrived.

"Wow!" I covered my mouth in awe. "You did this?" I pointed at the dinner that was served on a log.

"I cooked it myself. Do you like it?"

"Of course I do!"

We stared deeply at each other's eyes while the dim candles wrapped the whole place elegantly. He let his warm fingers slipped into mine. I didn't expect that to happen. The atmosphere was warm, too warm that I let fire came rushing through my hands and burned his. I gasped and jumped back; still trying to digest what just happened. My whole body just kept shooting fires everywhere. Violin screamed as the fire gulped him inside.

"VIOLIN!" I screamed hysterically. He looked at me, probably for the last time. But the look wasn't the one that I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to look at me with disgust spread all over his face and maybe cursed at me for the last time. My act wasn't forgivable although it wasn't in my control and against my will. But instead, he looked at me with forgiveness. He mouthed 'run.' And so I did. I left him to die in that forest.

Since then, I knew that I was an extra ordinary witch. I hated myself for leaving him, I hated every flick of fire and most of all, I hated how it got through my blood."

"Fire," I say through my grit teeth.