<small> I let it fall, my heart, and as it fell you rose to claim it..
There was a side to you, that I never knew, oh never knew. And all the games you played..You would always win. Always win.
I set fire to the rain, watched it burn as I touched your face.
Fire, the thing that destroyed my life. The flames; burning down everything, while the moon glisted brightly in the distance. Coldness, then warmness, cold, warm, it kept switching. I had made my way away from the flames, and watched it burn. I thought I would have died. I was badly ingured, my whole body stiff and burnt. I could barely see, as my eyes got blurrer every minute. I slid down the hill, accidently falling of the ledge. I thuded hard onto the ground beneth it, and sat crouched up. My right eye went completely blind. I was scared. Fear welled inside of me; and I got more scared, as the fire grew larger and larger, roaring like a lion; but louder. The screams had faded away. I would die. I had no one. My life was drawing to it's final moments. I couldn't help but to close my eyes, slowly. I tried as hard as I could to jerk myself awake, but slumper over took me. I slept; dreaming about the horried flames. I woke up almost a hour later, somewhat scared and relieved to still be alive. The fire had stopped, and I felt the soft trickling of rain. I looked up at the clouds, that were gray from all the ash. It welled in my troat, and I could hardly breath; or even move at that. Suddenly, I blacked out again; and I didn't know how. But as I woke up the second time, I felt grass. I was in the forest; rescued from the flames. I was also a little healed, as I could move around alittle. Who did this? I just stared around the forest. Then, like a flash of lighting, rage bulided inside of me. Just like the roaring flames, that had died away. My trauma and experience had tooken over me. I was angry, I was furious. Yeah, I was alive; but that didn't make a excuse. My whole family died, the ones I loved. I was all alone; and my friends had totally forgot about me, most likely. My traumatizing experience was the beginning of my long line of revenge. I got up; making my way deep into the forest. The flames, still flaring in my ears.