Part 12

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"What's one matchstick?"

If you asked a child that, they would have said something like: "a pretty, dancing flame!"

If you asked me, you'd get a scream. A scream of agony and memories. My best friend Emmi and I were left home alone for a sleepover when I was 10. I was asked to start a fire by my parents as the heater had broken. I did as I was told. I was experienced.

But Emmi... wasn't exactly.

I left the matchbox on the mantel piece and Emmi had picked it up curiously. I told her that it was dangerous. But she just smiled and giggled.

"Oh come on, what's one matchstick gonna do?" 

She struck it and held it out in wonder. The flame reached the end and burned the tip of her fingers. She yelped and dropped the match and it landed on the flammable carpet.

The house went up in flames.

I lost her.

My Best Friend.

Tamaki Suoh x Bullied! ReaderWhere stories live. Discover now