Jersey held his breath, he looked up at the sky with a blank expression noticing how especially gloomy today looked. Ironically so, he watched the fire trucks pass him in a hurry to put out the fire he had started in his house. His parents were still asleep in their bedroom, the fire blocking his way to them so instead, he called the fire department.
They took him a few blocks away but he could see the smoke rising in the sky as well as people leaving from their houses in fear of the fire spreading. Jersey looked down at his ash covered hands, he didn't really know if he felt bad, all he could do was ponder on the realization that his parents may be dead and that he may have caused himself to become an orphan for events he could not yet explain with ordinary means.
Jersey lived in Nevada, in the city of Las Vegas or "Sin City" as some may call it. His parents were casino workers, their very own casino in fact, Jersey was set to inherit it once he was old enough although, he doesn't think that's going to happen anytime soon.
A fireman made his way to Jersey sitting on the back of the fire truck, the fireman began asking him questions like, "where were you during the start of the fire?" and "do you know what may have caused it?"
Jersey explained to him everything he could remember, as well as anything that could have started the fire not being active to start it in the first place. So in conclusion, he was just as lost as everybody else. The fireman sighed and sat down next to him.
"Now on to some bad news, We have recovered your parents bodies, and they're dead." The information didn't shock me initially. Of course anyone finding out that their parents were dead would consider it as bad news, heart wrenching and etc, but Jersey didn't feel surprised, he had dropped any hope of his parents surviving the moment he left his house.
"How do you feel?" There fireman asked.
"Honestly? I don't." Jersey answered simply. The fireman looked at him with wary eyes, expecting him to be balling on the floor for something he created, he was starting to think Jersey did it on purpose, but that's not the case whatsoever.
Jersey got up and began walking to where the fire was, depsite the fireman's protest. Once he arrived he stopped dead in front of the fire looking the flames of the fiery devil in it's scorching fury.
He hadn't noticed it yet but, he was crying. His face didn't contort into one of hurt, anger, fear, or regret. Just a blank face producing tears that he wasn't even sure were his own. Maybe it was his mind's desperate attempt at making him feel something before he truly felt nothing at all.
He backed away from the fire and began making his way to fire station so the firemen can figure out what to do with him. Maybe he'd stay with his distant relatives like his grandmother who wants nothing to do with him after coming out as homosexual, or his abusive uncle with anger issues and a drinking problem.
Once he was at the fire station, he recognized the man who broke the news of his dead parents to him speaking to a man in a black suit and tie. The man in suit and tie was an older man who looked to be in his 40's maybe his 50's. He had paler white skin and dull blue eyes that somehow managed to be full with life even with their faded color.
The man in formal business clothing turned to look at Jersey and offered a bright smile that crinkled his eyes. Jersey couldn't help but relax at how bright it his smile was. It made him feel safe and wanted, something he hadn't felt in years, truthfully.
The man said bye to the fireman who also waved bye at Jersey as the man in suit and tie walked over.
"Hello young teen, I'm here because the recent events that have happened are taboo and unexplained. They've called me in as a technical branch of the government so that I may assess what's happened here" He explained.
"And the verdict?" Jersey asked. The man pulled him away from the door people were walking in from and whispered in his ear. "You my friend, are of the supernatural type" The man told him. Jersey whipped his head at the man with a bewildered look, as if the man grew another head.
"So, what're you saying that I caused the fire with like, pyrokenisis or something like that?" Jersey asked.
The man smiled brightly, happy he guessed Accurately. "Precisely young chap" The man mused, "I've heard about your parents recent passing, before you come off to my academy, would you like to take a few days to grieve?" Jersey stared at him blankly, considering the offer but after a moment of pondering, eventually he decided he wasn't going to grieve, yet he needed to address something the man said.
"I'm sorry but did you say school? As in like a place to learn?" The man chuckled, "Well that's usually what schools encourage you to do!" the man exclaimed playfully. Jersey wasn't sure if he was ticked off or getting use to the mans joyful personality.
"No" Jersey answered simply. "Excellent! we'll leave, eh what?" He stopped mid-sentence, "I said, no. Some random old dude comes to take me to a school after my parents tragically die in a fire I supposedly caused with powers I didn't even know existed till today, and expects me to say yes? FUCK. NO." Jersey storms from the fire department and and walks to a nearby bench to sit and ponder everything that's happened so far.
Next to him sat a teen around his age, he was enticed by the sceptem piercing he wore, his olive colored skin and the black sweater on such a hot day. Jersey didn't bother to ask tho, he knew that someone questioning him for what may be obvious would certainly be annoying so why would he pay it forward to this poor guy on the bench next to him.
Jerseys stomached growled rather loudly, he hadn't eaten anything in the past two days, he could feel his stomach eating and collapsing in on itself. The boy on the bench turned towards him with a amused look, Jersey rolled his eyes.
"Is my starvation funny to you?" He joked half serious half kidding. The boy, not being able to tell the difference put his hands up in defense, "Sorry dude, I didn't mean to be rude, but that was a pretty loud growl" He smiled gleefully.
"No no, I was just fucking with you. I haven't eaten in so long, so much has happened today" I unintentionally vented to him. He stayed quiet and silently urged me to continue.
"Well, my house burnt down for reason I cannot logically explain, the fire department recovered my parents bodies, they're dead. I'm dreading living with anyone else because they all hate me, and I haven't eaten in 2 days" Jersey finished taking a deep breath.
"Oh, and I think someone tried to kidnap me?" the fire attuned boy didn't think the teen's eyes could widen any further but after telling him that, they might as well fall out.
"Ok, let me buy you lunch, it's the least I could do for your current situation because, wow..." he huffed. "Are you sure? I mean honestly it's fine, I've gone longer without" Jersey told him. The teen's eyes softened into a look of concern as he tried to search the boy's blank face for any sign of a joke.
"Yes I'm sure, there's a burger place just a few blocks from here, we can walk and talk on the way there" the teen gets up from the bench.
Jersey stands up with him, nodding his head and following alongside the teen as they walked to the restaurant. Jersey didn't know what he was going, talking to some absolute stranger about all his problems and practically trauma dumping like an idiot, but deep down inside he felt like he could trust the teen, at least, something close to feeling of trust.