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I shut my eyes as memories of fear and flame flooded my mind. I remember thinking that I might die or that I'd make it out only to find that those I cared about didn't. My eyes stung with tears as I felt my face and neck heat up. This was so embarrassing. Here I was safe in the woods far away from any of that, but I could still see it as if the flames were right in front of me. "Anala," Aiden said as he gripped my shoulder. I went to look up at him only to find that the flames were right in front of me. Dancing across my hands and arms as if it was taunting me. "Aiden!?" I exclaimed as my mind exploded with panic. "What do I do?" Aiden looked shocked that I was asking him, glancing around anxiously before telling me to try suck it back in. Visualize storing it away where it wouldn't be able to get out unless I let it. I shut my eyes, closing my hands into fists as I tried to imagine sucking the flames back in; storing them away deep down inside for another time. A time when I was prepared, when I'd actually need this power that I feared. A time I was already dreading. I opened my eyes to find Aiden looking at me with a worried crinkle in his forehead, "You okay?" "Yeah, I think so," I said shivering as I wrapped my arms around myself. To be honest I wasn't sure. The only thing I knew for certain was that my heart wouldn't stop pounding. "You cold?" He asked, sitting down next to me. "Don't you have a jacket or something. Oh, duh, you weren't really given a chance to prepare for this. Sorry." He said taking off his hoodie. "I'm fine." I told him, but he insisted that I put it on. "Anyway," I said taking a deep breath and trying not to dwell on the fact that I was now sitting in a hoodie that a boy gave me. What would my dad think of this. "You're sure you want to know? This changes a lot and frankly it sucks." "I want to know if it's important." "Why do things always have to be so complicated?" He dragged a hand through his hair, causing it to shoot out at all angles. "If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to." I told him. I was unsure of what to say, I didn't want to pressure him but at the same time I really wanted to know what he was getting at. Especially if it involved putting the people who started the fire behind bars. He groaned as he laid back onto the blanket. "I hate it," he said. "I hate it so much. I hate that I can't do anything about it now. That I didn't do anything when I had the chance!" He pounded his fist against the ground. "It's all my fault." I had never seen him like that before and it worried me. I attempted to help him, given that he had just helped me moments before. But yet again I found myself having no idea what to do. "Aiden," I told him, "You're the smartest person I know, I'm sure if you could've done something you would've." "But I can't," He said, his voice cracking, "The guy that's behind everything is my father."
