The Birth of Fire

(Disha has been a naughty girl all day- only reading in bed and not doing anything she said she would. Her mom comes home and finding the place a mess, rages out - shouting up and down the house. Disha uses her choice escape- sleep where she can drown out the voice and the momentary guilt. However she has given her body enough rest to change to the full version of Fire- a change she is not prepared for but must come to terms with somehow)

She found herself in shadow
Huddling in the dark
Voices shouting all around her
Intensifying
She shivered and burnt in the same instant
She tried to sleep but the peace wouldn't come
Tossing and turning she tried to drown out the sensation
Of heat prickles climbing up her spine like angry snakes
And spreading like a quick fever to the rest of her
Burning the sinew and cartilage in its wake
The pain- the burning pain
And then she became all numb
For she couldn't feel a thing
But it wasn't over yet
Ropes of fire coiled within her
Replacing what they had destroyed
And she arose with renewed vigor
To take a look at herself
Through eyes that shot out flames
She smiled
This would take getting used to
Living breathing flame stood in the mirror
Tendrils of livid orange surrounding her face
Features and body defined by the flame
She wrinkled her nose in disgust
As she finally got the smell of something burning
She was standing, what would the voices say?
About the remnants of what used to be her room