Every time thunder roared in the sky, his rage grew. It boiled and bubbled and rose until it spilled over, and flames were released from his fingertips.
     "Fire destroys instinctively, you must learn to control it." No way was he going to listen to that bullshit. Because all he wanted was destruction. He wanted some way to vent his anger out to the world. Who gave a damn if it was harmful?
     "If I go down, you are going down with me." He muttered under his breath as the hungry tongues of flame leapt up the walls and licked at the dry grass surrounding the building.
     They didn't give a shit about him, so he was done with them. He didn't give a shit about them either.
     They tortured him within an inch of his life. And when he recovered, all they did was mock him for being too weak to die. His brother never seemed to even notice.
     They were the source of all this. He had the scars on his neck to prove it.
     He knew he shared a little of the blame, because he never went to see someone with his problems. Well, he did, actually. But something happened, and she didn't talk to him anymore. He knew his brother was the cause, because of the way they acted.
     In a world where everyone hates you, the best thing you can do is die. And if you can't die, then make them feel the same pain you did, or worse. That was how he thought.
     His so-called "friends" he talked to about it tried to reason with him. But they did a shitty job, and only made him resent them and hate them more.
     The one outlet he had was taken from him and so he sat, waiting in the darkness. He cried out, but nobody came. He screamed for someone to help, but nobody did.

     "Help!" Their screams fell on deaf ears, until he heard a specific tone. Betrayal tore through him, and the flames from his fingers only grew hotter.
     Arms encircled him from behind, making him stumble. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The words continued to be repeated into his ear as the scent of burning flesh reached his nose. The flames coating his skin were immediately extinguished. The voice sighed in relief, before beginning to sob and continue to repeat "I'm sorry."
     Waves of guilt crashed over what had been the burning flames of fury. Fitting the situation, the clouds had opened, and it began to rain.
     He began to sob.
     Everyone he knew was dead, and in the smoldering aftermath, she and him would be the only ones left.