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// Burning Wings 
// Story: Living the Nightmare 
// by memphisgurl 
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I've been in agony for so long that I have forgotten what it feels like to live normally. Though what I did saved the world, sometimes I wish I hadn't done it. When I stepped up to absorb the flames mere seconds before they decimated the entire world, I thought I was giving my life to the fire. I expected to die.

But instead the flames took over my body and altered much of who I was, who I am. I became a living host for the fire. Now I have a personality much like fire, finicky and temperamental. At any time I might just explode and have my emotions veer off in a way that I never would have done before I was kissed by the flames.

However, the worst part of all this, the part that is causing me so much pain, is that the fire gave me wings. Not wings of living flesh either; no, these are wings of flame. It is the endless burning of my newly acquired wings that is causing me such intense, never-ending pain.Nothing I do can quench the flames. Even at night these wings burn causing me to writhe and sometimes even cry out in agony.

I never once thought that my life would become so miserable, so torturous. If I had known the the price I would have to pay for saving everypony then maybe i wouldn't have done it. Well, I suppose I don't really mean that, it's just this pain has infiltrated all of my body and driven out any rational thoughts I had left in my possession after the fire took over. Its almost as if I am no longer even the same race as all those whom I saved; almost like I have become a creature of fire or even part of fire itself.

Not like it really matters anymore; my life has been ruined beyond repair. I'd rather die than continue to struggle on through this haze of agony. It is time for me to take drastic measures; I must kill myself once and for all. I have already written a letter to my friends explaining what I will do and why I have to do it.

The knife is in my telekinetic grasp waiting for me to pluck up my courage. Though I know in my heart that I should try to continue enduring life, I can't do it anymore. I have to end this tortured. All it takes is one good thrust, and I will be free. the knife is resting against my heart. Now I have done it; I pushed the knife into my heart. The light is fading, going black, now my pain is finally at an end.