cecilia
Story-
I wish I was blind then, maybe I would be able sleep now. I wished that I could take away what I saw and what had happened to me. I think my past defined my element, I believe that because of my past I was given such a horrid element, not because of chance. They say some secrets must be kept and the ones that I hold must say true to that saying. My past holds a story, one that I vowed never to share, until now.
I mostly remembered flames, the heat was intense and I felt like I burn if I stop to gaze. It was how I start off, young, defenseless, and scared. My parents had died that night, they say the first thing you forget about a person is their voice. But for me, that was not true. I soon forgot their faces and the smell, but I remember them screaming at me, the sound they made were full of pain. It was the first night I was ever alone and instead of feeling lonely, I thought about how beautiful my home look as it burned away.
I wish I was blind then, maybe I would be able sleep now. I wished that I could take away what I saw and what had happened to me. I think my past defined my element, I believe that because of my past I was given such a horrid element, not because of chance. They say some secrets must be kept and the ones that I hold must say true to that saying. My past holds a story, one that I vowed never to share, until now.
I mostly remembered flames, the heat was intense and I felt like I burn if I stop to gaze. It was how I start off, young, defenseless, and scared. My parents had died that night, they say the first thing you forget about a person is their voice. But for me, that was not true. I soon forgot their faces and the smell, but I remember them screaming at me, the sound they made were full of pain. It was the first night I was ever alone and instead of feeling lonely, I thought about how beautiful my home look as it burned away.