Flames

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A woman is driven to insanity after her mental stability is broken from years of constant physical and verbal abuse, from her husband, Mike. After years of holding up her rage she acts.

Submitted: September 02, 2016

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Flames

 

Emma Mitchell was standing in the middle of the road, facing her house. With her husband inside. She had stepped outside ten minutes ago. She got out of bed, proceeded with her plan and walked outside.

She breathed in on her fag, shaking in her dressing gown and pink slippers. Smudged mascara spread around her depressing, brown eyes. Her blonde hair stained grey from the house was brushing against her face. Ash blew into her eye. Now all she could do was wait.

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Emma first met Mike six years ago. He was a nice guy. They got along. They got married. Got a house. It was perfect. But the problem with perfection is that it never lasts.

Today he is an abusive, alcoholic, money loving shit, according to Emma. Her marriage consisted of her fetching whiskey to the old man. His greed and hunger had grown over the years. His demands were constant, his needs ever increasing, as well as her fear.

Emma didn’t want to succumb to his level of scum. She had a craving to rip apart everything he knew and cared for, but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. To do what he did would be disgraceful, it would ruin her.

Nothing had scrambled her head, she wasn’t turning crazy. But she knew that over the years her terror of Mike had gotten broader. He was gaining control. She was losing stability. This combination was a recipe for destruction.

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Emma had already removed the batteries from both fire alarms. She had been waiting, planning this moment for a long time. This moment in her life would re-gain all that lost dignity… she couldn’t afford to mess this up.

The fire had originated from a match falling upon a fuel drenched washing basket. Mikes shirts and jeans went up in a bright, orange and red blaze. A flaming plaid shirt fell onto the floor. Melting buttons spread across the ashy carpet.

The wooden basket pressed against the crème painted wall that was staining to a smoky black. The burning wooden basket started to scorch away the carpet underneath it. The plaid shirt had turned to ash, but the upper landing was only just starting to crumble. The once soft, pleasing carpet, which followed onto the stairs and down to the living room, was burning red and orange in a fiery mess.

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Violence hadn’t cradled with her, not even revenge, rage or resentment. Just getting fair. She would walk into work with purple bruises down her arms, eyes blackened and grazing on her cheeks. Life wasn’t fair.

Mike barked to Emma, “Get me a drink you lazy bitch!” However, the lazy bastard was, a… lazy bastard. He didn’t clear up after himself, so whilst Emma was scurrying away in the kitchen searching for his whiskey, Mikes anger was growing.

Fear beating round Emma’s body, only caused more panic. She was bursting open cupboards, ripping through them trying to find his precious drink. He was already intoxicated, creating a larger risk for hurt on Emma’s part.

“Where is my drink, you stupid bitch!” Mike wobbled into the kitchen, fury lurking in his eyes, “Where?” He stumbled behind Emma, raised his glass, Emma could smell his foul breathe disperse onto her neck and span round.

The glass crashed against her face. A day later she walked out of hospital with 4 stitches down her cheek. Some glass had lodged its way into her face. The scar now is a reminder of his torment.

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Emma knew that by the time that the fire had reached the corner of the carpeted stairs, where the rose covered wall paper began, she could leave. By the time the blaze had reached the wall paper, the flames would spread onto the wall, carrying itself round to the wall lights and plugs, causing micro explosions.

The small explosions would carry balls of fire and sparks to the ground, where the rug lied, with a sofa, armchair and a foot stall all sitting on top. These three flammable items of furniture would blow up in an intense blaze.

Behind the living room is the kitchen. To make sure that her husband would go down into hell, she left him a gift. All his bottles of whiskey and vodka and beer smashed against the floor, spreading the flammable liquids all across the ground. That made her smile.

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Emma took a shaky deep breathe in on her cigarette. Another tear trickled down her cheek, smudging her massacre further down her face. She could hear electrical components sparking everywhere before the TV blew out the windows, spitting glass towards Emma.

There was a faint noise of sirens rushing towards the phoenix house. The flames arose from the house in a ray of burning light. This snapped Emma back into reality. It was at that minute that she realised what she had just executed. The heat flowing onto her back reminded her of Mike. He must have been burnt to a crisp by now.

She dropped to her knees and sobbed. Fear is a mind killer. It causes you to drop everything, it makes you lose your sense of moral code. He had turned innocence into evil. His bliss was her pain. But that had flipped.

She wasn’t a killer, she wasn’t dark, but she had been broken down and destroyed. No real living human was left, she was just surviving. Her head was consumed by dread.

The sirens pulled up in front her house. These years had been cruel to her, so she dropped everything, lost her sense of moral code, broke down.

The firemen and police rushed towards her. She was not evil, but she was over-taken by the fear, the fear of what came next. And now that was over.


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