POV: Phoenix
I'm a pyromaniac. Always have been, always will be. I knew it was gonna get me in trouble someday but I honestly never cared enough to think that far ahead in the future. Act now, think later is the game I play anyway. It did end up getting me into trouble. It's pretty much whatever at this point though.
I've always been kind of a loner, growing up and being homeschooled can kind of do that to you. I wasn't ever allowed to do very much, so as soon as I got that little bit of freedom I needed, I went a little crazy. At this point, I've only had some semblance of freedom for two years. I'm 18, like seriously. My parents are way too overbearing.
My plan was always to blow that popsicle stand as soon as possible, so it was a nice surprise to find it was actually a lot easier than I had originally thought. No more college for me, bitches.
The whole mess started when I was sitting in my room working through the last of my math book. There wasn't much left to do, but I was getting extremely bored, so I looked up the answers online (as I had done for a multitude of previous chapters). I threw on some clothes and grabbed my backpack and skateboard. I always kept a change of clothes, a lighter, a box of matches, my favorite knife, and a couple of cans of spray paint in my backpack. The change of clothes was more for an 'I lit myself on fire or got paint on my clothes' kind of situation since my parents don't know what I actually get up to once I leave.
I throw my backpack around my shoulders, skateboard in one hand, and leave my house without saying a word to my parents. They're used to me leaving at random times, but I always come back, so they're not worried whenever I just up and leave. They used to get extremely mad when I left, but I kept doing it so they just stopped fighting me. Same goes for the fire and the spray painting. They just stopped asking. Probably should've said bye this time, but honestly who cares anymore.
My original plan was to go out to my normal abandoned shed and light shit on fire as per usual, but it didn't really pan out like that. I got to my shed and started burning some hay out of boredom. The smell of smoke filled the small space as I sat there and let the burning sensation fill my lungs. It was always kind of relaxing to smell things burning, almost like a form of therapy for me. It's also really relaxing to just watch the flames dance in front of me. I am the literal definition of a pyromaniac.
Eventually I fell asleep and woke up to the sound of something shuffling on the other side of the room. I figured it was just a rat or something so I grabbed my knife out of my backpack and started throwing it at the wall. There were tons of marks on the wall where I had done that continuously before. At this point it was late afternoon, nearing about 4:00, which means I only had an hour or so left before I had to head back home.
The shuffling in the corner of the room gradually began to get louder and louder. I thought it was weird so I walked over to check it out. There was a small pile of hay in the corner that I moved out of the way, and I found a small light up red bug, like the kind you can get for kids at a toy store or something. I found it odd, but nothing to be too worried about, so I left it where I found it. I walked back over to my little spot in the hay and picked up my lighter to start messing with fire again. I gathered together some small bits of hay and put it in a tiny pile to light on fire. It usually doesn't cause any problems because the hay doesn't burn for too long. It always flares up and goes back down, and I always make sure to separate the hay enough for it not to set fire to the large piles.
This time I was distracted while separating the hay, and I accidentally left stray pieces leading a trail to the large pile I was sitting on. Nothing usually ever happened while I vibed in the shed so the small bug set my mind on something else, which is never good when you're playing with fire. I lit the small pile on fire, not knowing that there were stray pieces, and watched it flare up. I got so lost in the flames that I didn't notice any fire had spread until it caught my pants on fire.
I quickly pat out the flamed that were growing on my pants and grabbed my bag and skateboard. The damage was done by the time I stood up, the large pile of hay started to flare up and the flames began licking the walls of the small wooden shed. I ran and stood by the door, watching the flames spread across the small room. Slowly the flames began to engulf the entire shed, and I realized that I'd have to find a new spot to hang out. Which sucks, but it's not the first time it's happened. I always do one thing when my old spots are ruined, I take out a can of spray paint and I write "Nix" in front of them. In this case, it's the small area of concrete in front of the small shed.
I've lost about three hangout places either to fire or being caught with fire. Apparently arson isn't legal or whatever. I start walking away after the shed is completely engulfed in flames and lights up the entire field it was in. Probably should've walked away sooner, but it was only like five in the afternoon and I didn't think the light would alert anyone. However, my dumbass didn't consider the fact that smoke exists.
Soon enough, there was a helicopter that flew overhead. At this point it would've been useless for me to run so I just stood there waiting for the consequences of my actions. One of those drop down rope ladders dropped out of the helicopter and two S.W.A.T. looking guys climbed down the ladder. They said nothing except for "Your name Nix?"
I replied with "Phoenix but Nix for short." While they were standing next to me the helicopter had landed about twenty feet away. They grabbed me and put a blindfold around my eyes. A few moments later I was dragged and basically thrown into the back of a van of some sort. Before I knew it, I was moving and I had no idea where I'm going. Hey, at least I still had my skateboard and backpack on me. I got to keep 'em cause I didn't put up much of a fight.
The ride didn't take very long, probably only about a few hours. They grabbed me and led me into a building of some sort, and then led me into a room where they took my blindfold off. They told me not to get very comfortable, that they'd be back soon to come get me. After about five minutes I decided to get comfortable anyway and started playing videogames in the corner while sitting on a bean bag. The room's pretty boring. It's completely white except for the TV and the console, and they're the only things other than the bean bag in here.
Now I guess all that's left to do is wait for them to come get me.
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