Little problems

Forest Fires and Death Threats -Chapter 1

Numbness covered my body, before a raging heat broke though and suddenly that heat became my world, it was all I could concentrate on.
There is something holding me down not letting me escape the heat, I reach up and discover it's a branch pinning me down.
There is dirt and sand in my eyes, I can't see, I can't move. I feel like I'm burning alive although I know that will never happen, the fire can't kill me and that's the ironically miserable part.

Weakly I try pushing on the branch and it doesn't seem to budge so I just lay there.
This is what I imagine hell feels like, white hot heat that tortures you but never touches you, no way to escape trapped forever. Death is what I deserve, after all I ruined my best friends life, me and my foolish habits and now he is paying the price.
My thoughts get interrupted when loud cracking and splitting sounds from a few meters above me. That's when I remember the fire immediately raging heat forces it's way over my body.
I have to escape.
Summoning up all my strength I push the branch off my torso and then get myself into a sitting position, I feel super light headed and already feel like fainting. looking around quickly at the huge fire I take in its beauty, the vibrant colours, the smoke, the ever changing shapes and the quick flicking motions.
More cracks and splits sound and that's when I decide to get the hell out of this forest.
I get up, grab my bag and I start running towards the boundary of the forest, coughing and spluttering the whole way. Even with the fire I still know my way around this forest, my forest, it's my second home. The smoke starts to burn in my lungs with unbearable pain, the only thought keeping me going is there will be fresh air when I reach the boundary.

After what feels like absolutely ages I can see the edge of the forest and the air feels fresher and cleaner with every step. I stumble along tripping over roots and rocks.
Bursting though the last few trees and into the open I take huge gulps of air soothing my burning lungs.
The wailing of fire trucks sirens reminds me I can't stop here, I can't be caught at the scene of a fire again, I'd be hauled off to juvy.
I run all the way into town until I see the deserted bus station toilets. Heading inside the female toilets with the intention to wash off I'm immediately drawn to the sink. I look up into the mirror and see my pale face is streaked with soot and sweat, my raven black hair hangs limply down my back. Going to the stalls and grabbing some toilet paper I put it under the tap and start scrubbing the mess off my face, arms and chest. My hair is all dirty so I put it under the sink and rinse out all the dirt, blood and ash.
I step back and look at myself in the mirror, the only thing I see is a sad homeless girl in a ragged army-green jacket, black skinny jeans, old black converse and a ratty old leather back pack.
Deciding to get my only spare pair of jeans out -which so happen to be black- and change, the ones I'm wearing are full of rips and covered in soot.
I hastily leave the bus station toilets and start walking towards to hospital as visiting hours are almost over. After my walk I get to the right room in the hospital still with 20 minutes to visit my best friend, Zeke.
I stand at the doorway and study at his soft, brown hair and nice jaw then my eyes travel down to his stomach and see the bandages, immediately guilt washes over me as the memory resurfaces and brings new pain. I was the one who put him in here. I should be the one lying there not him. He always tell me it's not my fault but it is, I lost control of my abilities, I lashed out, I burnt him.
It. Is. My. Fault.
Zeke starts to stir so I head over to his bed and sit down beside him. He is in a private room because his family has money. Unlike me, I have 78 bucks to my name and that's all.
Reaching up and brushing his soft hair out of his face I notice he has beautiful brown eyes that I could just stare at all day long.
"Hey Ellie" he whispers,
I reply with a quiet hello.
He can smell the smoke on me and I can tell he is disappointed I used my abilities again.
The thing is, this is me practicing, getting better. I can control heat, I make fire and I can move it, I can manipulate it. The only bad part is controlling it is almost impossible, when I got mad at Zeke for some silly little thing my abilities surfaced and burnt him really badly all down his stomach. He has been in hospital for a few days now and will be there for a few more.
The fire in the forest today I know what it looks like but I know it wasn't me I couldn't ever set fire to my forest. There are people out there who are trying to kill me but luckily they don't know about my abilities and how I can't get burnt by fire.
All I remember is walking though my forest heading to my favourite tree to sit in and out of the blue flames engulfed me and something fell on me and I was out.

I swear to find whoever it is, and I'll kill them.