Revenge

a short story about how someones mind can turn evil very quickly if given a good reason to.

It seemed to me as if I had stood there for hours. My hands were beginning to stiffen and my lips were numb. I wanted to go home.

Home. That was a word used to describe soft warm beds and glowing fireplaces. I could never go back there, not after what I had done.

The shouts in front of me brought me out of my reverie. The blazing heat of the fire was in sharp contrast to the cold I felt. This was what I did, I caused disasters and I was powerless to stop them. I would never be able to find a home without burning it down.

I was always the girl parents told their children to stay away from, the witch, the girl who set things on fire, the freak. I couldn't help that when I got mad I couldn't control the fire. It wasn't my fault she died...

She was mocking me, her voice pitching higher as she imitated mine. I was seething and she mocked me even more for it. I pictured what it would feel like if i set that perfect, blonde hair on fire, and it just happened. She was just a pile of ashes, and I was already gone, by the time someone got there.

I had spent days trying to convince myself that she brought it on herself, but the fact that the entire village was convinced that I was now either a witch or a killer didn't help. 

In time I did it again, this time to my parents' house, my house. They had spent another night telling me how useless and disgusting I was and I just couldn't stand it anymore. So I did it, I burned it down, with them inside it.

The rush of exhilaration I felt was followed by remorse and shame for what I had done. What kind of a girl kills her own parents? I walked, walked away from the village, until I found an abandoned cabin close to the forest that surrounded the village.

I sat on the bed in the middle of the cabin with my head in my hands and just thought. Things started to look clearer to me at that moment. Why should I feel guilty about hurting the people that had spent so long tormenting me? Why should I be the one to be drowning in remorse and guilt? I had a gift, I could finally get back at them!

I now stood in front of the burning house of the teacher who had called me disgusting and felt a surge of pride. I understood why villains did what they did, they weren't born evil, people turned them evil.

It wouldn't be the last time I felt proud of myself. I was going to make sure they all paid! I stood there and pictured the entire village...on fire. 

Author's Note

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