One day about 12 years ago, I woke up to a very different Firechild. I wasn’t sure what was going on or why, but I thought I’d try to handle things on my own. The best way I can describe how I felt was that someone, we’ll call her “Evil Fire” took “me” and stuffed “me” inside one of those domed, Hitchcock birdcages, and locked “me” inside myself. For my Melties who are “Heroes” fans, think Niki and Jessica. I could feel “me” in there but Evil Fire wouldn’t allow “me” to talk, act out or treat people like I always had. If I had a choice to say something nice or shitty to someone, I could hear “me” screaming out something nice, but that’s not what came out of my mouth. It was like PMS 24/7 and it was horrible...
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