(A/N Hey guys this story was originally from Kenway42 but she could not continue writing it, so I agreed to finish it for her:)
Pete's Pov
I could feel and see the heat waves of the fire. The way they dance with anger against the walls of the church. Destroying everything in it's path.
I sat in the middle of it all. My hands crossed, my lap and my head leaned against the pew staring up at the ceiling.
The fire began to curl up against my skin. Feeling warm at the touch but it didn't burn me.
"Pete! Pete!" I heard Patrick banging against the church doors from outside.
It wasn't always like this. I used to love living around them, I used to love seeing them suffer, and I used to laugh at them for believing in love. I guess I didn't think it could happen to me.
