Final Blog- The Blaze

I stuck by Bret through every last minute of his obsession with Evans. Long after I had lost my personal interest, I fed his obsession. And he remained my obsession. But nonetheless, he dismissed me like the mere employee that I am.

You can leave, Frankie. Bye.

And now he stood in front of the girl who didn't understand him or accept him, the same one that said he "wasn't the same Bret." Julie didn't want him and yet every time he goes back to her. That flame I feel towards him changed. It changed from a flame to a blaze. A blaze that couldn't sit trapped inside me any longer. 

I walked up the stairs, past my apartment, 407.

507

607

707

And then down the hallway.

707     706     705     704      703     702     701

Every step closer to 701, the fire burned brighter inside me. When I made it to the door I had watched him enter so many times before, it did not seem like the same obstacle it had in the past. The door almost wanted to come off its hinges. Once inside, the flames flowed from my chest, through my fingers and onto the bookshelf. Then the desk. Then the kitchen. All around me, the fire raged with the same fury that it raged inside of me. 

The heat and smoke soon overpowered me, pushing me into the hall. As I stumbled down the stairs, coughing, the reality began to set in for me. When I got to the street and heard the sirens, I knew reality had set in for everyone else as well. 

The flames poured out of the window of 701 and smoke began to billow out of others. I became very aware of the matches in my hand and shoved them in my pocket. As I stared up at the window, I felt the flame in my chest replaced by four walls pressing in on all sides of me. Then the four walls became those of mom's car as I sped down the interstate. 

Being on the road now, there's no clear destination. All that's clear is that there's no turning back.