Olivia.
It was scorching hot around me. The whole forest was on fire thanks to me. Darry had somehow regained control of himself and I barked at him to remain on the tree. Or at least I thought I did. My mind was in a haze. All I could feel was hurt and hatred and the need to destroy.
The old man, my father, he was trying his best to avoid my flames. They danced and chased him, played with him. He couldn’t escape from it.
Wherever my flames touched, it melted a part of his skin. His screams of agony delighted me. I reveled in it.
The image of Brian, my love, lying there in the pool of his own blood broke me more than I’d ever thought. I was going crazy.
Darry kept shouting something at me but I couldn’t hear him. All I felt was pain, anger, the need to break and destroy.
I could m
