Pyrophobia... One word can mean so much... Ever since I arrived with my new family (about a year ago), I have never complained or asked for much. I'm kinda scared to, what if they won't want me anymore? And if they find out I'm afraid of fire, would they send me back to the orphanage? I hated it there.
I mean, the second family gave me up, what would stop this one?
Everytime I see a candle, or even a match... I can still remember the flames. Even though I was only around 2, I can remember it clearly. The memories haunt me day and night.
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