Becoming the Phoenix

“TROY” I squealed out over the fit of laughter bounding through his car. He always knew how to make laugh, he was the light to my darkness, he always made me feel like I belonged when the world kept telling me didn’t. I mean my life wasn’t bad. my foster parents weren’t bad they fed me and clothed me and made sure I had a roof over my head. But they didn’t care about me I could disappear and they wouldn’t miss me. Troy always made me feel like I mattered and I loved him for that he was my best friend. “Taylor seriously it was so funny mr walkers hair piece fell right onto my desk”he said as another rumble of laughter went through the car. We did this everyday after school he would alway drive me home then we would sit and laugh about everything that happened that day. I couldn’t help but laugh along. his crinkled soft blue eyes that always drew me in and his plump lips showing perfectly white teeth he was like the models you see in a magazine. We would probably make the perfect couple if he wasn’t gay. “Looks like the storms coming in faster now” he said pulling me away from my thoughts. I looked out through grey clouds rolling in, the rain had started to come down hard now. I hated storms there’s was always something about them that would put me on edge “ I better get going T my dad will kill me if he knows I’m driving in this” his dad was always way overprotective with him. Troy found it annoying, but I wish I had someone worrying about me like that. “ you better drive safe and not like an i***t like you usually do” I scolded giving him a playful jab in arm. But he knew me to well he knew I hated storms “ I will, promise. now get in there and start firing up that Time Machine and we can email till the storm passes”. My Time Machine was my really old computer I didn’t have a phone so any look on getting a more up to date computer was slim. I give Troy a quick hug and we said our goodbyes before running into the trailer. As I hung my coat up Glenn shouted from his chair “there’s left overs in the fridge”. “Thanks” I shouted back that would be our only conversation for the rest of the night like usual. I went to my tiny box room at back of the trailer and switched on the computer. I grabbed some old grey sweats and a black tank top to change into while I waited for it to start up. I tied my long waved firery red hair up into a messy bun and went back into the kitchen to see what my leftovers where, noodles I quickly heated them up and went back to my room pulling the thin comforter around me and sat the uncomfortable wooden chair. My room wasn’t much to look at dull pink paint a small bed that you could fall out of just rolling over a dresser and my computer. It wasn’t very homey, but it was a place to sleep. I suppose things could always be worse. “You home yet” I messaged troy but he didn’t reply I could hear the rain slamming against the trailer and the rumbles of thunder. I took a mouthful of noodles to try and distract myself from the storm. Once I finished them I took my empty bowl to the kitchen and washed it .Returning to my room I was sure troy would of messaged back by now. But nothing. He should of been home ages ago I quickly send him another message “ Troy hello” I sat waiting but still nothing. I’m sure he said he was going straight home. The wind was really picking up now. the creaking of the trailer made it known it feels like the wind is going to send us rolling over. I went and laid on my tiny bed trying to ignore the weather outside. I wake to the vibrating rumble of thunder shaking the trailer I rub my eyes I see it’s eight thirty it’s been almost three hours since I’d seen Troy. He should be home now. I go and check my computer but still nothing I start typing again “Troy your worrying me please reply as soon as you get this” I sit there for what seems like hours but still nothing. I busy myself with some homework when I check the time again it’s nearly 10. He should be home by now, but he wouldn’t just ignore my messages. A knock on the thin bedroom door startled me and I jumped up to answer it. It was Andrea my foster mom she looked pale and sad “ Andrea is everything alright” I asked wondering what was up she never usually bothers me “ I think you should sit down Taylor” I felt a pang of panic go through me. They were sending me back to the home I knew it that was the only reason she would even bother to come to my room .I sat in the wooden chair listening to it creek as I lowered into it “it’s Troy there’s been an accident” my heart sank what kind of accident how bad l, was he hurt. so many questions running through my head I needed to go see him. I stood to leave when Andrea grabbed arm I spun round to look at her “ honey he didn’t make it im so sorry” I dropped to my knees as my heart shattered in to a thousand pieces bringing my hands to face and letting out the most broken scream tears stung my eyes the pain is unbearable how could he be gone. He can’t leave me I could feel the heat rising through my body but the pain was to much I had lost the only person I have ever cared about. I lifted my head from my hands my eyes soaked from the tears all I can see is fire everywhere and the walls that where around me now vanished I stood shakily looking round I was engulfed in flames but they didn’t hurt they wasn’t even burning my skin. What is happening to me.