When you play with fire, sometimes you get burnt.

Sometimes, you're left with a scar and a deep memory, so crisp and clear and deeply etched in your mind, that all you can do is sit back and cry.

I lost control, and now I can't look at myself in the mirror without seeing her devoured body. The fire I started burnt her so badly that there was nothing anyone could do.

The knock of blame struck my door five times before I opened it, only to ge greeted by her family and the police.

When young children lose control, their parents make exceptions. "It was an accident. We didn't know that he/she could do that."

My parents threw me out.

All because I'm a firewalker, bound to this earth by fire alone.

And there is nothing I can do to stop it.