Newborn

Through these newborn eyes I see the parents that should have been mine. I clench my fists as I watch from their eyes. They stole the life I should have had. I feel my hands getting hotter. 

"Stupid baby," I mutter.

I suddenly feel heat at my feet. I look down and see the ground on fire. 

"Crap." I say and try to calm down. I make it out of the house, the smoke burning my throat. I may immune to fire, but I'm NOT immune to the smoke and ashes. I collapse to the ground  scream. 

Luckily my parents are at the hospital. Sadly they are there with their newborn, the one who doesn't have powers. My parents won't have to deal with teaching them to control them. Not like they did with me.

Through those newborn eyes I saw the parents that should have been mine.