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Legacy Name: Narrenturm

I'm not crazy. I did what I had to do. It was the flames. They made me do it. You cannot contain the flames. They are meant to consume. And through fire is rebirth.

I didn’t sign up for that life. It’s not what I wanted. The cooking, the cleaning, parties and babies and the perfect meatloaf recipe. I never got anything right. It wasn’t who I was supposed to be. You must understand that. I never hurt anybody but myself. Is that so wrong?

It started so simple. Night after night, after the house was quiet, my husband asleep in the bed I never made correctly. I sat in front of the fireplace, watching the tenders hiss and crackle like they were speaking to me. I would scoot my chair closer and closer, feeling the warmth seep in through my toes up my legs, chest, all the way to the tips of my hair. It filled me, pulling me closer and closer.

And now, here I am. Because of him. I embraced the fire, ready for my new life, and he put me in this place. The walls and the jackets and the beds, everything is secure and padded to keep me from hurting myself. I tried to tell them that I’m already healed, that I’d been hurting but now I’m better, but nobody listens.

The way they look at me here, like I'm one of them, so unclean. These scars, they don’t understand. It’s part of the rebirth. But they scrub and scour the ashes from me, my new skin flaking away. They are trying to stop me from becoming the Phoenix. They talk about me like I’m not listening, but just because I don’t speak doesn’t mean I can’t hear. I will be reborn.

There is no fire here, only darkness. Darkness and laughter. The halls ring with laughter, night and day. When I first heard it, I thought it was the sound of insanity. But now I know. It’s the sound of freedom. And now I laugh, because here they hurt me way worse than I ever hurt myself. But I will be reborn, and they won’t touch me ever again.

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