Fire. Fire was everywhere. It devoured the walls and covered every inch of my home in a scorching blanket of bright destruction. The flames consumed my vision along with my very being. They ate away at my skin, silencing my screams of pain with the deafening crackling of wood against flames. This fire, was no accident. No. This fire was deliberate. A trap. To lure me away. Just before I passed out, I could feel cool skin against my own scorched flesh as somebody painfully pulled me from the flames. Time seemed to stop as it felt like my body was being enveloped in a cool, relaxing blanket. I didn't know what was happening, but I felt so at ease. The pain was still there, but it was so much less than before. The voice, it was gone too. It was something I could never forget. Whispering things in my head as the flames raged on around me. Telling, demanding me to embrace the flames, demanding that accept this gift. And I did. I embraced the flames, if only it meant the pain would cease. But it did not, the pain became worse and my eyes burned as my vision became red. My gums ached and my ears rung. And through it all, the flames raged on around me, never burning me, only licking my skin in soft, relaxing strokes. The flames were apart of me now. And I knew, I knew there would be no going back; for my past was red. My future was red. And most of all, my present was red.