Fire

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I was in the building and I sat down leaning against the wall. I took out my nife and looked T my reflection in it.

"What have I done.." I said. I took out a peice of paper that had a picture of my dad and me. I lit it on fire. Then threw it out of no where. Then I saw more flames.

And more flames.

And more flames....the flames this time were a lot bigger and stronger than the last. I started to run towards the door but there was to much smoke. I couldn't see. And it was too hot to think. I fell unconscious because of the gasses being released into the air. The last thing I remember was hearing a voice in my head telling me to GET OUT!

A/N sorry for the really short chapter!!! The next will be longer.

Jim Moriartys SonTempat cerita menjadi hidup. Temukan sekarang