Ok so i said i was going to write a finished piece each day but it's two in the morning and i'm really too tired to write more than this. Comments are suggestions are welcome and appreciated.
I wan't to make this into a short story so hopefully i'll write more on it tomorrow as well as something new.
Heat radiated from me in waves, so hot that the nearby furniture was already beginning to smoulder and burn. But the physical heat was nothing compared to my anger.
“This is just giving them what they want” a small part of me whispered; I ignored it. This time there was no going back.
This time they would pay.
Two months earlier:
A couple sat on a bench, hands entwined, whilst two laughing children attacked the play equipment.
I stared glumly at them from the place where I’d spent the night; if life was fair I would be one of the couple, in the past one of the children. But life wasn’t fair and here I was sleeping on the streets for the fifth night in a row with a high chance of doing the same again tonight.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford anywhere to stay, no, it was the fact that I ran the risk of burning down the very building I stayed in while I slept. Before last Thursday I’d thought I’d long gotten rid of the nightmares. Guess I was wrong.
Luckily no-one died that night, but it was a small consolation after I’d spent the last week sleeping on hard, stained concrete. Not to mention the fact that every morning I woke up naked. My clothes burning to ash as I slept, leaving me bare as the day I was born. But that wasn’t even the worst thing. The worst thing was that I had no fucking idea what was causing all of this.
In the past there’d always been a trigger, sometimes big, sometimes small, but always something. But after a week of racking my brains I was still clueless as to why this was happening and therefore how to stop it.
Grumbling I pulled on the spare clothes I’d hidden the night before and cast one last longing glance at the young family. Food was my goal now and lots of it. I was always starving after having a nightmare. Which wasn’t surprising really when you though about just how much energy my body burned in the time it took me to dream.