LIKE FIRE
Once upon a time there was a girl and ordinary she was, most utterly equal any other girl. Her hair had the color of the setting sun and her eyes were dull and grey, lifeless she looked and lifeless she felt. But that was not as much as half the truth.
The attic was filled with cold air and every time she exhaled there was a cloud of warm carbon oxide meeting cool oxygen. Winter was soon to be there, it was middle of November she judged by all the rotting leaves on the pavement underneath her window. She leaned with her palms against the frosty glass and glared down on the ground with a longing in her eyes. Despite the bars she had a great sight from her window. There were children chasing a spotted cat along the road, their laughter made her shrug. One of the children wore a way-too-big red knitted sweater and another wore a jacket in marine blue that looked brand new. In her head she tried to imagine what their worlds looked like, if they had happy lives…
As she sat down with her back to the wall, burying her hands in the sleeves of her shirt to shelter them from the cold, there was a familiar noise of rustling iron on the other side of the door. Her body tensed and she was quick to her feet when the thick door slid open. “Hello Scarlet, I brought you some dinner.” His voice was stiff and dry, emotionless. A fierce roar rose from her stomach, she could espy more than hunger only in that roar, and eventually it rose from her mouth too as she threw herself at the door. Her hands trembled and desperately searched for a grip on the door but her father’s hold around her waist was stronger. “Let go! Let me out!” Her voice felt sore and pain burned down her throat at every sound she made. It shocked her to hear her own voice again because it had been many months since she used it. It was hoarse and cut through the air like knives. “Stop it, stop it! Calm down Scarlet! It’s better this way! You are safer this way!” with those words he left her on the attic, unconscious for many hours and with her head resting on top of a pillow damp with many tears.
When she woke up her face felt warm and swollen, it stung in her reddened eyes. On the floor next to the bed lay a pile of clean clothes. She hit it with her free hanging arm and the tower of underwear, sweatpants, a pair of socks and a hoodie slouched. The clothing scattered over the dark wooden floor just as an unfamiliar scent caught her attention.
Her eyes closed and she managed to widen her inner senses, the ones she wore in mind. On the outside of what felt like a shelter to her, through flesh and bones and skin she saw. Their house stood in the middle of a smaller neighborhood surrounded by a thick forest, the forest lay behind the row of houses opposite hers. And it was somewhere in that forest she found it, not obvious to any man, woman or child; a tiny spark feeding itself on the wood and the green as it grew bigger, stronger. Thick dark smoke begun to cradle the wildflowers and the leaved branches as the animals fled for their lives. She was there now, too. With the horrified animals and the fast growing killer which had taken the shape of fire, red and yellow, black and blue – all those beautiful colors she thought, hidden within the swallowing darker. Her heartbeat got rapid and she found herself hammering on the door. No one came to see what she wanted and no one came to see how she felt. Maybe no one cares, truly cares – she thought. It filled her with anger, but the anger developed itself into something else, a desire for revenge. So she called out for it, longed for dancing on fiery coal, inhale the ashes of what had always been her prison. There was a thirst in her that could only be stilled by her parent’s screams as they slowly became a part of the fire. It took her a lot of bravery… This was something she had wanted for her entire life – which she now was about to end. She felt just as though her final moments had past and that she was ready to let go, and break free from her bonds.
So the killer came and it licked every part of the house’s outer walls until they turned into dust and scattered in the wind. Glass broke and thousands of sharp pieces penetrated her but it weren’t the great magnificent red, yellow, blue and black that took the life out of her. It was the killer’s dark side, the poisonous bold choker… that gave her the final kiss and gave her freedom back.
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