when i was younger 12-14, five of my friends tried to throw me into a fire…a crude but large pile of cardboard boxes, styrafoam, and sticks. i guess they thought it would be funny…i really can’t imagine what the reason was, except that we were all young and neglected and cruel. i was able to escape just in time, but the shock, the confusion, the fear towards people i trusted, the retribution i wanted instantly! i figured nothing could hurt more than that.
I jumped into the fire by myself, it feels jus like knives if you ever wondered. from the look on there faces you’d have sworn they got thrown in. my arms were black with melted styrafoam gum stuck to the new boils and scars, they had used gasoline to start the fire so my clothes kept relighting like trick birthday candles.
looking in there eyes, it made the burns painless for a moment.
"Did you get what you wanted!"
i've been rotating through circles of friends since then. paranoid. unforgiving. running. I can smell betrayal before it's close enough to see. i carry a fire of my own in that blade that you cut your hand on the first time we met, and my burns are bandaged in tattoos.