The Fire of DarkNight Ville

The worst thing about loving someone, is knowing that one day you will lose them.

The sun was shining, the sky was clear and the birds were singing. It was a beautiful day, when Willow’s parents died.

The smoke, the warmth, the fire. Everything had happened so quickly. Willow stood outside, watching the house burn. The screams of her dying parents had scarred her permanently. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see the burning house. Every time she even dared to fall asleep, she would hear their screams, echoing in her mind, tormenting her, haunting her.

The only thing that kept her going, was the thought of revenge. She knew that the fire that had burned DarkNight Ville wasn’t an accident, she even knew who caused it. Of course she did, how could she not? She knew that the only way to avenge her parents, was to see that the killer died.

She thought of this, as she stepped on the edge of the window, as she looked into the darkness one last time. As she felt the soft but harsh wind on her cheeks. She thought of this, one last time as she jumped into the air, falling to her death.

It was Willow, who after all, had killed her parents.