A Lady On Fire

" That's when I met her. Desperate, alone, terrified. And there she was, standing in the corner of a classroom covered in bruises and old scars that I knew would someday remind me of home. People looking, staring. There's something so intriguing about a person as broken as her, some misinformed poor souls may say it's like watching a car crash, but I like to think of it more as watching a lady on fire. The flame in her eyes, the fight, the pain, the power, it's almost too much, she's almost too much. But there's something in the way she moves, something so soft and kind. I shall call her "red". From the day I first laid eyes on her, I knew one way, or another my life had changed. If only i had known that day by how much. People would see things in her that i didn't realize at the time, the abuse and the pain being the only consistency in her life, the complexities of a person who had seen too much too young, attracting people to her flames like mosquitos, swarming her. But they will never be of any match to her flames, and they will always be too stupid to realize that the things they claimed to hate is what attracted them to begin with. And I will always love her."