Arising Flame

Chapter 1

As I awaken I push myself back towards sleep. I truly can't endure another day in this hellhole. I start to plan out my revenge in my head:

I'll need some ammonia. A little lead paint. Access to carbon monoxide. A way to get in the house vents.....

Woaah. That's too extreme even for me.

I began to drag myself towards the bathroom door. I look in the mirror and see my caramel eyes and bronze skin. A cold look characterized by 17 years of abuse and mistreatment. Years of abandonment and hurting invisible to the outside world. Years of trying to find my place in the world.

I continue to reminisce until the sudden blaring of my alarm clock reaches a hand out and pulls me from my thoughts.

And thus begins the day of torture.