5I don't know who to trust anymore. They came and knocked on my parents door, and when it opened I could not believe how many tear-stained faces staired back at me. But there was no mercy in the strained tears. There was hatred, and a sense of utter loathing. I lost all my friends and my family when those flames leapt at Kayla. To top it all off, I lost her too.
They ran me out of town. The onlystuff I have now is my emergency suitcase for fire season, my mage kit, and the music box that was once Kayla's. Every time I open it my mind flashes back to her singing along to the cheerful melody as she brushed back her hair to work on a piece of blown glass.
Now no one wants me back. I have no home to go to, only my clothes, my kit, some money, and that haunting box.
Why was I given this power, this form of destruction that has torn my old home apart? Why was it me, and not Kayla, or the little boy? What did I ever do that unbalanced the scales so much that Kayla was the one who got to pay, and I the one to slap her wrist? The ability to control fire, see the future in it, find solutions in its majestic flames, why does it flow through my veins?
I've lost control, and if I don't getit back, I may be next. No more playing with fire, because sooner or later, I'll burn.
Sorry, again, about the short chapters. Please comment on where you would like it to go next! I'm waiting for someone to tell me what they think.