Today mommy met another man... I liked daddy more but she said, he is gone and in a better place.
After a few days has passed and that man moved in with a boy, the boy's name was Warren and the man's was Christopher. Warren always wanted to play and explore around the house, i did it since there were no other boys our age that lived near. Than one day we were playing with our toys, I held Tibbers. that was my stuffed tiger that i got from my dad on my seventh birthday, and Warren had his solders, cars,tanks and monsters. out of no where he says that he likes my toy and wants it. He grabs my friend and starts to pull as my friend is being taken away from me i hear the stitches tearing, something came over me and i quickly pulled the tiger into my arms with a light blue flash.
Warren started to cry with his hands and left leg slightly burned, i wasn't allowed to play with him for a while, but he got well soon. when we were able to play again we decided to go out in to the forest after a rainy day, everything was still damp and the stream by the forest grew into a wild river. The only way to cross it was to walk on the wet rocks sticking out of the wild stream, i warned Warren not to go, that it was dangerous... But he didn't listen and went for it anyways. As i saw him slip and fall into the wild river my heart just sank and all i could do is scream out "oh no HELP, HELP WARREN FELL INTO THE WATER" i tried to grab his hand but i was to late, the water carried him to fast.
As i was in my room hugging my stuffed tiger trying to process what just happened i over heard my mum arguing with Christopher, he claimed that it was all my fault that Warren has passed away. Gradually i got overflown by this feeling of fear and numbness allover my body. I curled up in a ball hugging my toy tighter with tears dripping down my face getting hit by the sadness of loss that happened twice now , the room was slowly getting warmer and warmer. As i wake up from this trance like state and hear my mum calling for me and see that i am surrounded by flames that are starting a fire in the house and spreading fast, she swoops in and pushes me threw the doorway and i hear a loud thud behind me as i turn around i see my mum crushed my a wooden pillar with a red puddle leaking out of her head behind me is Warren's dad all scared and looking at me with horror in his eyes screaming why did she have to die as well, than his expression changed. that moment must of have been his braking point because that is the moment he started yelling at me how all of this is my fault, if i weren't alive his son and fiance would have still been alive with my dad included, what kind of monster am i he gets closer to me to hit me but sees that i'm still holding on to my toy, takes him away from me... my best friend was gone, taken away by this man standing in front of me saying i need to man up and act my age,a nine year old no longer need stuffed animal toys. As i saw my last reminder of my newly diciest parents getting ready to be torn to shreds by this man in front of me. I plead and jelled at him to return him to me but he started to tare the tiger slowly hearing the stitches braking. The tiger inflamed in a beautiful blue flame instinctively Christopher threw it away from him getting burned by the flames, the tiger grew, grew and grew, next thing i knew there was a live sized stitched up tiger engulfed in blue flames standing between me and Christopher followed by a single slash i no longer remember what happened next because everything went so fast. That day i ended up in an orphanage, the sign said Orphanage for the Gifted children. I walked in threw the entrance door all covered in cinders and coal on my face with a few burnt hair and Tibbers in my arms. No one knows my name or what completely happened but i do know that something was wrong with me and Tibbers