Perrie's POV
Of course people were always suspecting things about me, but it's something I've grown to accept. By accepting, I mean closing myself away from the world, not allowing anyone to get a chance to guess more things about whatever is wrong with me.Except for tonight. Tonight was the perfect mix of rain and wind, creating the ideal temperature in the December air. I walked down the road, feeling tingles of enjoyment as the rain tapped against my cheeks and ran through my hair. The wind gave me an icy sensation that I never wanted to rid of. It was my heaven.
However, the perfect night of walking alone down the icy streets had to come to an end at one time or another. I brought myself back to my building and walked inside, my tingly sensation disappearing when I felt a rush of heat through my body. It wasn't like the normal heater, however, it was a lot stronger. I could feel myself getting weak so I whipped around, only to see a wall of red shielding the door. I backed away as my breathing hitched and I fell to the ground. I saw people running out, soon leaving me alone. I would run, but I was on my last grasp of life. This, this atmosphere of thermal energy and burning flames, this was my hell.
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fire and ice // pesy
Fanfictionthey say opposites attract, but they never said it would be dangerous. // tw: mild street violence, mild self harm -- short story