Through the Fire

    He jumped the railing, falling the short distance needed to hit the ground. He pushed off the ground with his legs and he was off once again.

    “Thats right leave! Never come back here!” He barely could hear the voice over the distance he put between him and the dark figure in the doorway. He sat down on the   the sidewalk, getting his breath back. The words echoed in his head. He hesitantly reached to the back of his head feeling the scar.

    “You freak get out of this house!” his mother screamed. He dropped the flame from his hand as a single stream flowed down his right cheek.

    “Mom”? he sobbed barley able to get the words from his almost swollen throat, he looked up from the view of his worn down sneakers. Smack! The sound reverberated from his face to every wall in the house and back to his ear.

    “I am no mother to a freak! Don’t insult me you little monster! Now get out!” she screamed once more her temper rising with each word she roared until finally on the last word she rose her hand and let it fall forcefully on his face, sending him falling to the ground. The boy sobbed more, the rapid emotion change caused his mind to fluctuate. His power being uncontrolled for just that short period of time started to take effect. His tears were now being affected. The mother screamed and kicked the boy down the short flight of stairs, the small boys head avoiding every other major blow landed hard on the letter box on the door. He staggered to his feet opening the door then closing it behind him. Leaving everything behind.

    They could have it all. He felt time flashing back to the present. He lifted his hand from the scar on the back of his head. The only thing he regretted leaving behind were his fire water tears.