➞My room is burnt to a crisp.
I overreacted.
Didn't I?
We hate eachother.
I don't see why i'm upset.
We've been fighting for quite a bit.
Once Leafy left..
Pin was trying to ask me what was wrong, what happened. Even I didn't know. I got pissy over some possible joke, or tease.
It's funny. She'd say stuff like, "Are you okay??" and "Where does it hurt??" As if she cared.
I was so angry, I could hardly make out the words to her. I don't think she understood, because she let me go, and whispered to Clock.
Everyone was in the kitchen. Even people I forgot existed sometimes.
It was only Leafy who was missing.
Sucks for her.
I never listened to their shit. I was too emotionally drained and exhausted.
"Okay. Firey. What the fuck?"
"What!? You say that like it's my fault, Coiny!"
"No, its-! Ugh. You're obviously useless."
They all went back to conspiring.
I ran to the front of my door. Behind me I heard others screaming my name to go back. I didn't listen. I walked into the room.
Everything seemed normal. Perfectly fine.
I screamed. As loud as I could. Hell, maybe people back in YoyleCity could hear me.
I was clawing at the wall. I felt my flame getting brighter, stronger.
I laid down on my bed, feeling the sheets burn.
Tears stung at my eyes. I didn't feel it as much, my flame became a bit too strong.
Useless thoughts flooded my head.
'WHAT AM I GONNA DO??'
'I FUCKED UP'
'EVERYONE HATES ME NOW'
I didn't understand.
Not at all.
I didn't care.
Not one bit did I care.
Still, a part of me was full of sorrow, and regret.
'No. It doesn't matter now. Man up.'
I continued to tear at my wall.
