I lay in my bed, trying not to think about Drew Sanders, trying not to let the night get to my head. I had locked all of my doors, secured all of my windows, and, hell, I had a nightlight on. I had completely shut myself in; there was no way I could be bothered by Drew Sanders, unless he haunted me in my dreams, like most nights.

I put headphones in and blasted music to drown out any suspicious noises that may psych me out, and I tried my best to fall asleep. As I fell deeper and deeper into unconsciousness, Jaime’s face danced across my mind. His smile radiated like the sun, his happiness was contagious, his outgoingness was electrifying. When I hung out with Jaime and his friends, I felt so alive. I have never felt so happy. I anticipated happy dreams tonight. I anticipated a full nights of sleep.

Well, shit, was I wrong.

Jaime’s face flashed in my mind again, but this time he was abruptly taken away, replaced by a dark figure that could only mean Drew Sanders.

“You disobeyed me,” he growled. This time, though, I was not scared. I was mad.

“Fuck you!” I yelled, this time to his face. This was just a nightmare, after all, because he stood in my apartment bedroom despite the fact that all ways in and out were secured. “You don’t own me!” I yelled.

He didn’t step back in shock, nor did he step forward in rage. He laughed. His hysteria made me uneasy. The sound echoed in my ears, as if this weren’t a nightmare. My senses felt so real.

“You are right, dear, I don’t own you,” he commented lazily. “However, I do have the ability to make your life a living hell,” he snarled, his eyes flickering at the word “hell”.

I sat up in my bed. My headphones had fallen out of my ears, my music had stopped playing. He looked so real in front of me. It was terrifying. His evil grin, his dark clothes, his indistinguishable features…

“This is a nightmare,” I said to him. I shook my head, closed my eyes, and laid back down. I was not going to deal with this. Not tonight.

But when something warm and bright flashed behind my closed eyes, my eyes burst open, and I knew I wasn’t dreaming anymore.

“This is a nightmare, eh?” He asked as he flicked the lighter on and off before my eyes.

My stomach dropped ten stories at his threat. This was so real, this was no nightmare. I wasn’t fearless anymore, I wasn’t brave. I was absolutely terrified.

“H-how did y-you g-get i-i-inside?” I stammered, my eyes distracted by the hypnotic effect of the dancing flame.

“Easy enough,” he shrugged his shoulders. “But that’s besides the point, dear,” he whispered. “You need to be punished for what you did today,” he hissed.

“N-no,” I cried. I didn’t think, I just yanked my hand forward, colliding my fist with this face.

He yelped back in pain, but he was stronger and quicker than I was. “Never mess with the hand that holds the fire, child,” he sang. The fire spread quickly around me. The night was no longer night; the darkness turned to light. My lungs constricted as the smoke thickened.

“Help!” I croaked. Oh, I hoped the neighboring apartments got out in time.

The smoke irritated my eyes so I couldn’t see anything. My skin boiled and burned, and I fell to my knees in exhaustion and agony. I couldn’t breathe.

“This is what you get,” he whispered. Somehow, he was able to leave unscathed, and I was trapped, alone and dying amongst the flames. Drew Sanders was gone, only the memory of him lurking in the shadows.
I could no longer function. I could no longer think. I curled up in a ball in the middle of my room, unable to get around the flames, unable to breath, unable to dig up any last bits of energy.

The heat burned through my veins; I was now the fire. I was hell.

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter! But don't worry, mores stuff starts to happen sooooonn!

thanks again:)