Tempest {OPEN}

The storm, raged around me, lightning leapt and bounded across the sky as I lay there in the middle of the park- watching. Anyone who saw me lying here in the middle of the electric storm must of thought I was mad, or wanted a death wish. I wanted both- the latter of the two not so much, but I was almost undoubtedly mad as a hatter. Schizophrenia, fantastic I thought to myself- the thing that will bring me crashing down. I would bring the world crashing down with me- I smiled to myself as another flash of lightening flashed across my vision. Its time, whispered the voices in my head, its time, before we all let out a laugh that suppressed the wind.

Standing, my clothes drenched with rain water, I began to walk through the beautiful landscaped patch of green. The mud felt cold between my toes as I strode over the lawn towards the housing district I lived in- the gates, golden in the light of the thunder claps. I pushed through them with ease; the hinges creaked quietly as they gently closed behind me. My feet made clapping sounds on the tarmac as I headed towards my home- the one of many tall white buildings that were inhabited by the rich. I hate them, the voices chanted to me. We Hate them, they chanted some more. I hated them, I thought- envisioning my parents on a mortars slab- they’re skin ghostly pale. After a long walk from the gates, to my house- I had decided that it was going to happen tonight.

Reaching for the door handle, I slipped inside my home. The house was silent- the only noise was the beating of my heart and the sounds of thunder. I walked through the marble halls to the kitchens- where I was not allowed for various reasons. Looking round the large room, I crossed over to the pantry and found the large vat of cooking oil. Letting out the cork, I watched the liquid run out the room and across the floor. Grabbing a jug, I filled it up a few times- spreading the oil everywhere. Last order of business- I thought to myself walking over to the oven. With a flip of a switch, the oven was on- the gas flame grew as I turned the nob. Lighting a piece of kitchen towel, I left the room, before throwing the torch back into the kitchen- setting it all alight. I ran from the house, as the flames engulfed the kitchen. Once out on the street I sat down- and watched as the beautiful fire dancers took my home.