She Killed: A Narrative Fiction

She was no ordinary child, no. In fact, she was just the opposite- extraordinary- it’s just nobody knew that yet.

I awoke to screams. Sirens. Smoke.
“CHARLIE!”, screamed my mother. “CHARLIE!”. Her sobs were drowned out by the nearing sirens. She ran into my room, and the door shut behind her. She then scooped me up. Running back towards the door, she saw it to be engulfed in the alarming flames. We then turned towards the window to see a fireman breaking it open.
“The girl first!”, he yelled. And with a quick squeeze, my mother let me go into the arms of the man, and I peered up to see my dear mama for the last time.

2 Months Later… I never had a father. He left me and my mother before I was even born. Now that my mother was gone,

“Yes. Now come here. Are you okay?”

7 years later…
As the rain started tapping on the glass window, the thunder started howling, the lighting was blinding, and then there was a high-pitched scream. I snapped awake.
“Get up!”, screamed Adrianna. “Now!” I looked around enough to realize I was the last to get up. Everyone was working already. Scrambling to get up I ran towards the cleaning supplies. “Stop.” She seemed oddly calm for once. “Get over here.” I was confused. What was happening? Did I do something wrong?
“Put out your arm. I will be taking your blood for testing. Hurry up child.” Blocking out her annoying shrill voice, I put out my arm. I didn’t care what she was doing anymore. I learned to stop doing that a long time ago. That’s a rookie mistake. She released me and I ran.
“Hey Charlotte Rose!”, Rylee said, catching up to me.
“Hey Rylee. But it's Charlie.” She was the only person I knew that called me by my full name, which I hated. Even so, to this day, we were still best friends.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to get out of here for once? To be free?”
The whole entire orphanage knew about Rylee’s delusions. But I was one of the only ones that didn't mind her.
“No, not