Insane to Silent

13: Rin's Story (part 2)

I closed my eyes as the pain surged through my skin. People touched my burs as they loaded me into the ambulance. My mom had tears in her eyes as she got in the back with me. I could feel the darkness consume my soul as I was falling asleep. They tried to keep me awake. The siren blared in my ears in a order that made me zone put the whole time. That is when I fell asleep. 

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I woke up with pain. The touch of the bed touching my whole back. My eyes slightly opened and I looked around the room. Like I thought, a hospitial. No one was there except for me. I was the only one in the room. My entire body was covered with bandages and I could feel some sort of creme underneath of them. I let out a breath and closed my eyes once again. I was just so tired. All I wanted to sleep, all except for the fact I wanted to burn. I needed to burn. I wanted to get that feeling back. A nurse entered the room. She looked at me. 

"Rin?" she asked. I opened my eyes. 

"yes." I struggled to put out.

"I'm glad you're up." she said with a smile.

"Where is my mother?" I asked ignoring her kindness. 

"She is getting her hand bandaged up." she told me. I closed my eyes with a sigh. That's right. Mom stuck her hand into the fire to pull me out. Honestly I'm surprised I'm still alive. I'm pretty sure that the doctor and everyone thought I was dead. 

"She touched the fire." I said. 

"I suppose she did, but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt her." I ignored her once again. Why lecture me? I know it hurts, but all you need to do is look past the pain. You can feel the pleasure behind it if you do just that. That is what I feel when I burn. That is what I have learned through this. Being able to touch life and death all at once is a power given to us by the gods. I'm just showing them gratitude for their gift by using it. 

"Just leave me alone. I don't care what some random nurse has to say to me." She looked at me sadly and then left the room. I sighed. Finally. I can be alone. They need to stop lecturing me and just leave me alone.

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I was released from the hospital about two months later. I still had to put on some medicine to heal more of my burns, but I will survive. So, as soon as I could get out I did exactly that. The only thing is that I still haven't got over my 'problem' as they would call it. I still felt the need to burn, but they wouldn't let me when I was in that hell hole. I went to my room to find all of my matches and lighters gone. 

"Mom and dad took my tools." I said to myself. Of course, they would. Why wouldn't they. They don't get my point for doing all of this. Stupid. Why do they have to be so stupid?! "Well. Duh." I told myself face palming my forehead. Then I smiled. If they didn't search my whole room then I may have one left. I went to my bed and lifted the right bottom corner a little. I searched for the hole I created in my closet. Behind a box I has used a hammer and made a whole. I looked in the hole until my hand wrapped around cold metal. Out I pulled a lighter.

"Now they will feel heaven and hell." I said with a smile. I played with the lighter in my hand until bedtime. After I was for certain that mom and dad were asleep I opened the door silently and tip toed down to their room. Once in I didn't bother to turn on the light. The flames would light the house plenty. I looked at the gasoline that I held in my hand. Careful not to wake them I poured the gas all over the floor and the sides of the bed. Then I woke them. WIth the lighter open and the flame lit I smiled deviously.

"Rin!" they yelled as I held the lighter. 

"Burn, and feel heaven and hell." I said before crouching and setting the carpet aflame. They screamed as the whole room caught fire. I walked down the stairs with my lighter in hand. Then I realised what I just did. I turned and gasped. I just burned my parents. I put the lighter into my pocket and started to run to the neibors. I knocked frantically on the door. Once they answered I quickly asked them.

"I need to call 911! My house is on fire!" I yelled. Of course they called the fire department and sirens came quickly. 

"Who is all inside." one of the firefighters asked.

"My parents. That's it." I told him while pointing to where there room would be. As I watched the fire consume my house I was going back and forth. I could have killed my parents, but now they understand me. They felt what I feel when fire comes. When the fire was put out I stared at the remains of our house. They never brought my parents to me. That can't be good. I looked to the ambulance by the trucks. When I see body bags by the ambulance tears came in my eyes. I fell to my knees. 

"Hey. Are you okay?" one of the firefighters asked me.

"I - I didn't m - mean to k - kill them. I just - I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking." then I ran. I ran away from the house. Adults chased after me but I ran around in a scatter path. I don't want to see them right now. I just want to run. 

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I have made a decision. There will be a part three to this. I am so sorry about updating again. I just couldn't put what I wanted into words. So sorry. I tried so many times to get this put up but by 400 words I just started staring at the screen without any thoughts coming to me.

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