I only looked back once, and the destruction was horrifying. Houses, buildings all crumbled down, all broken into dust, debris. I gulped, but my mouth was dry and my throat was clenched tightly.

What did I start?

What did I do?

This, is all on me!

''Reese?'' a voice asked, and I turned. ''What's wrong?''

I raised my eyebrows, ''What do you mean, 'what's wrong'?''

''You seem... off.''

''Oh wow. Really?''

''Come on, don't be like that.''

''This!'' I wave my arms towards all the destruction, ''Is what's wrong!''

''But, we did it! We manage to rebel! We fought!''

''But-'' I started to breathe faster, ''This- this is all on me!'' My voice cracked as I said it. ''It's all because of me, that lives are lost, that these buildings - this city - is in ruins!'' I fell down to the ground, hands covering my face.

''Reese, don't you remember what they did to us, us all?''

''But-'' I started, but couldn't finish. I couldn't speak, breathe even. My body started shaking, shuddering as I tried to breathe while the world started to twist and turn, becoming faded.

''Reese! Stay with me - breathe, relax!'' A hand sat on my shoulder, shaking me slightly.

''What did I do? What did we do?'' I screamed once I managed to catch my voice again.

''We fought!''

''But... but,'' I started to moan and sob. ''Why?'' I kept repeating as I hiccuped.

It's all on me.

10.7.2020

"Mom I need to get to school." The school didn't start for another two hours, which meant to hours with his girlfriend whom his mom didn't know about.

"School doesn't start for another two hours, sweetie. Is there something your hiding, because you have been leaving for school hours early? His mom was a pushover.

"You know mom there is something," Sam said to his mother.

"It's ok, just tell me." His mom asked putting her hand on his shoulder.

"You know you are a real big pain in my butt." Sam swung the door open and ran out. What he didn't know was that his mother cared for him. But after his dad died in a fire that she had caused when lighting a candle. He never forgave her.

"Hey, I am here sorry my mom kept me in late with her, 'Sweetie, can you please just forgive me for killing your father?" He laughed and took her hand.

"About your mom, shouldn't you forgive her? I mean It was an accident." Lucy looked at Sam with pleading eyes.

Sam pushed Lucy up against the wall in an ally way, "No, I'd rather just kiss you."

"Samy, come on you can't keep being mad at your mom forever." Sams's hands started to slip onto her waist.

"Yeah your right, but just until we break up." Sam looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

"You think we will break up?" Lucy took his hands in hers.

"No, I think that I will never forgive my mom." Sam laughed. He put his hands back on her bare waist.

"Oh gosh." Lucy looked at him.

"Oh gosh, what? Is it because I am about to kiss you." Sam leaned in for a kiss and got one.

One hour later

"Come on Sam, we'll be late for school again." Lucy tried to push past Sam, but wouldn't let her.

"Come on goodie-two-shoe, just a little longer." He pleaded.

"No, let's go," She pushed him out of the way, picked up her back and started on the way.

All Sam ever wanted was for people to just listen to him.

At School

"Hey, how's your dad?" Josh teased.

"It's not funny!" Lucy said sternly.

"Looks like you have two moms, both idiots." Kyle walked by.

Thruout his whole life, people had teased him, he wanted them to feel pain for once.

The next day

The next day, Sam knew what he wanted to do. Like the day before he went to school early to spend some time with his girlfriend. He then walked to school with her. When he got to school people kept teasing him. And teasing him, and teasing him. After school, he took out a match. sometimes he liked to watch the flame, like most people the flame didn't scare him. It soothed him.

"Hey stupid." Jake shoved Sam out of the way. As he got bumped, the match fell to the ground. Setting it to flames! Sam ran he didn't look back.

When he got to the road he looked back. The destruction was horrifying. He reminded himself that all he wanted was for them to get hurt.

Was it too late to go back and help? Will he go back to help?

To be continued...

I gazed back reluctantly through gnarled strands of hair that had once been a silky smooth mane, but I did not dwell on that. More important things filled my mind, like how the columns were collapsing beside helpless faces. No, I remind myself, not helpless, not innocent. After ruining so many lives, this was their punishment. I wanted this, to see their great buildings burn and tumble to the ground.

My father used to watch the news, and whenever a city or building or even a small home caught fire or was burned, he would roll his eyes and glare. Then, he liked to pour a pot of coffee and grumble about waste and the economy and how somebody was going to have to clean the mess up. As I walked slowly and delicately through debris covered streets, I let myself smile and get lost in the pure exhilaration. They deserved it.

I have always enjoyed watching destruction and flames echoing through lifeless streets. While people are unharmed and carried to safety, I lean against an expensive boutique, the kind I have never been allowed in. They'll never catch me, and, honestly, I don't care if they do. Somebody had to be one to dismantle their wretchedness; I guess it had to be me.