Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32009126-20170514182732

It was soft and slow at first, just a slight tingling sensation around my body, then it gradually began to heat up, searing into my skin and clouding my vision with the deep, dark clouds it created. They say if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

But I stayed in the kitchen.

I painstakingly stood the heat.

And I prayed to The Almighty that this would cleanse me of my sins, and allow me to be reborn.

But they saved me, the men of fire broke down the door with their heavy weaponry and pulled me out of the licking tongues of flame that were oh, oh so close to fixing me, of cleaning me, of rescuing me.

But no.

I was left to atone for my crimes by myself, in a cold, lonely hospital room with beeping machines that sound off in the night, that alert the doctors if I try to do it again.

Mother said I am no longer allowed to be alone, as it is not safe for me to be unsupervised at all times while I recover from my wounds.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you understand me, Sarah? You know I love you dearly and I couldn’t stand to see you gone to be with The Almighty before your time…” She croons while holding my hand and rubbing over the gauze wrapping.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Does she not know what I have done to others? To myself..?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">All I know is that The Almighty needs to forgive me, He will need a sacrifice to forgive.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">That was supposed to be me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Almighty is supposed to be forgiving no matter you have done as long as it was in a good light.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">That is not what I have done.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I have ruined myself for him, and that I love him with everything within my small, pounding heart.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His soft, gentle smile with the gap between his front teeth, his dusty auburn hair that glistens in the sunlight, almost like fire itself. The smattering of freckles that cross his cheeks and wrap up around the corners of his steely blue eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I loved him and I have made a mistake in trying to achieve him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He had a girlfriend, her name was Louisa. She had a blonde bob for her hair, a beauty mark above her lip, pale, porcelain skin which made her seem so unrealistic, like a doll.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I wanted her away. So I caught her at er home to get rid of the object of my affections amour.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The police ruled it as arson.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was never a suspect, after all, who could accuse someone who had a strong alibi?

<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Burn, baby, burn. <ac_metadata title="burn. ( unreviewed )"> </ac_metadata>