Darkened patches of skin inform my business to my friends

Their eyes avoid full contact with mine, always curious but never knowing

That I don't conversate with anyone but the blade

Accustomed to the cold shoulder, I fake a smile and walk away, palms active as friction warms them up while I walk into the restroom

A flame appears, burning majestically between my hands

My face jumps in shock at the sudden pain and the realization of my own horrid reflection in the mirror hanging innocently above the sink

I see the fire that sets my hands ablaze, lights my heart with sickening glee

Then I allow the creature to explore my whole body

I stare at my own face,

My whole body now gleaming with the flame's being

Infatuated with my angelic appearance, I stand for several minutes

A girl walks in, sees me, and screams in horror

Teachers and nurses are called, and they quickly put my fire out

Sitting on the hospital gurney I hear people talking about my miracle

Confused, I sit up and look around

I ask a nurse what happened,

She speaks general points of the day before

What's the miracle? I ask

And she nods her head towards my body

And I see my skin,

All perfect as if it were left untouched

The fire was you,

And you would never hurt me

So I got up and walked down the hospital hallways, a burning trail of fire daring anyone to care,

Daring anyone to follow

And risk the chance of getting burned