Horror Charmander's story

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No-one loved me. I was different, not like the others and everyone... Everyone disliked me for it.I was a little stupid and my flame was weird. It didn't burn right. It wasn't warm looking like everyone else's. My flame looked cold and weird... It was bright blue, like a lightning. It was burning mad, though. It was so hot that it even hurt myself. It was so hot. No-one dared coming near me because of it. They could feel the heat coming from it and they hated it.It wasn't a nice kind of heat. It was depressing and heavy, almost like water.
I reached for the back of my head, touching the scar I had. I got it long time ago, when I was just a little baby. I don't remember why I got it, where I got it or who did it, but I was the only one who had it and I was treated badly for it. I was not as smart as others, I wasn't skillful, I wasn't anything... I could use ember or it would hurt my head. I was a failure to our kind and for the fire users around the land.
My mother had died a while ago, the only one who loved me... And she was gone... She was killed by other Charizards in a horrible way that I do not wish to remember... I miss my mommy... I sit in the cave where we lived together. Alone... I was scared to go outside and look for food, because of others... I don't think I even want to live in this world like this...
Tears fall down my eyes and they hit the ground. My tears weren't normal, watery ones. My eyes were red, almost like lava. It wasn't lava, though. I know what it was. My mom had been covered with it when she was murdered...
As the tears fell, a blue flame surrounded them, staying there for a short moment when the drop hit the ground and then slowly fading away. Just like he was, slowly fading away...