There is a constant fire burning inside of me. A flame. A spark. It won't go out. Not that I really mind. It’s a reminder of who I am. Blank, hollow, sulky, shallow, psychotic. Leaving an endless trail of death behind me.
Everywhere I go I can hear her calling out to me. The tips of my hair have caught flame. As I carefully feel the ends, I hear her call out again. Closer. The spark has grown. “Luke?!” I retreat hoping that she will leave. Save herself. Only a few seconds pass before I hear my name again. Why won’t she go? “Leave. Go. Save yourself. You will die!” Her cries have stopped. I don't hear any more movement or sound. Then again, I am slowly being engulfed in the flames. I start to panic. “Sadie! Run! Go!” I need to say more. “Sa-Sadie!” My throat starts aching. Slow and steady, just breathe. You need to keep it together for her. Deep breath. “Sadie.” C’mon Sadie. “Sadie!...Sadie!!” I see fingertips. A hand. An arm. “Sadie?” They’re reaching out to me. How are they not burning? I don’t understand. No smell of burning flesh. How is this possible? My shirt has caught fire. I reach out. The arm pulls away. It does not move. But it grows further and further away. I try to step through the flame. Not smart. Smoke chokes my lungs…filled with ash…covering the ground. I feel myself start to shrivel and burn. Hair singed to no repair. Clothing ripping and dripping off. My eyes swelling. Throat burns. Body aches...and then I fall. Crumble to the ground. In a heap of my own death.
