"Memories of a past I could never forget, Visions of a future that could never be, and feelings of the dreams called the present life."

The crimson flames burned brightly as I rested my head down on the ground. I gazed into the flames like they were my life, my soul that would never burn out; though I knew that eventually those flames would die like the wood that turned to ash below. In hind sight every one's life is like that fire and the wood below, it burns brightly and proudly until it dies away slowly and painfully, leaving only a shroud of darkness in its place. I know though that my life does not shine proudly for a certain length of time, my life is like the start of the flame, flickering and waiting to become a great flame worthy of fighting away shadows. I am a fire that is not yet reached its peak of greatness before the downfall to death and there is nothing that can be done about it. I will always be a fire that cannot fight away the darkness.

I sighed and turned my head away from the now dying fire, I couldn't watch as another life disappeared before my eyes, my everlasting, life filled eyes. The fired died and I walked away from it, leaving the darkness that had just formed alone. I knew that the death of that fire meant another person was dead. How many fires have I watched die, how many lives have I watched be taken away, how many eyes did I see lose the life in them; I honestly couldn't tell you that answer. There was too many to count to give you a solid answer. So many people have perished around me, and most of the time I was the cause of it. I am no different than the grim reaper in that regard; whenever I show up it isn't long before someone around me dies. So I stay in the forests, I walk I night, and I do everything in my power to be far from the life of people as possible. I do not want to watch more lives be taken in front of me. Though those people's deaths are not my fault, they need not die for me, for I wouldn't die anyways.

I walked by one of the houses that were in the woods I slept in. As I did I saw a light turn off, much like some one's life would if they were hit in the brain or heart. I knew the family that lived in that house. In fact I was the reason that the husband or father in that house was dead, though for some reason they were not mad at me. When someone is the reason for a loved one's death I have learned that people tend to blame you. People blame the life that was saved even though they were told by the loved one that died not to blame that person.

The difference about that family was that they never blamed me; in fact they wanted me to keep living with them. What they didn't realize was that they should be mad at me, because it is my fault. I was always being chased by death.

I stood there for a second and watched as the people in the house turned off the lights. It was late in the night for them to be up anyways. I soon realized though I should keep walking because soon they noticed me and opened the door.

I had a problem of not being able to say no when people ask me to do something. So when they said to come in, I did. I walked in their house that was much like everyone else's a simple two floored house. They told me I could sleep on the couch and I sat down on it, even though I was a fool to. I wondered who would be next to die in the family, probably the mother for she was the one who welcomed me in. I watched as the mother walked up the stairs and told me that I better be there in the morning.

I sat there all night, doing nothing but looking at the darkness, soon though it wasn't dark. A fire has started all because I was in the house.

Soon the house was completely on fire. The fire started on the top floor so there was no way for me to go up and save them. I watched outside the house as the police and firemen tried to get rid of the fire. By the time they did, the mother and the two daughters were dead like the fire that burned the house down. When I was told they were dead I did nothing but walked away. I knew they would be dead because no one can escape death twice, unless you are me that is; after all like most parents in the world, death could not kill its child.