All I heard were the screams and crying of the town. All I saw were the flames of the fire swallowing houses and innocent trying to out run their death. All I smelled was the bitter smell of defeat and disappointment. And all I felt was the agonising pain in my heart caused by the guilt and misery of what I have caused. I was the one who caused the fire. I was the one causing thousands to die. I wasn't even doing anything, all I was doing was watching people die because of my mistake. The worst thing was that I couldn't do anything. I don't even remember how I started the fire. All I remember are deep loud voices telling me to go someplace and killing something. I just... I just want.... I...
