petrol fumes

‘‘RUN’’ came a voice from the next room.

I was dizzy from the petrol fumes and didn’t react in time.

Within what felt like seconds the whole room I was standing in was alight.

I hadn’t let on to the local boys that I thought it was wrong.

I wanted to be one of them.

I wanted to fit in.

It was stupid and I will probably always have scars from the third degree burns I suffered.

I’m just glad I’m alive, some of the boys weren’t so lucky.

I’ve never felt the need to fit in ever again.

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