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Phoenix rubbed at her cracked hands. They ached all the time. Everyone loved when she used her powers, but no one cared how her fire dried out her skin to the point of it splitting.
She looked in the mirror and carefully tucked one of her braids behind her ear. She hated her name. Phoenix. Nothing but a stupid, fucking bird giving the illusion of hope to a general public that quite honestly wouldn’t care if she died. And rise from the ashes her ass. The only thing she ever got from walking out of a fire of her own creation was cracked skin, dry eyes, chapped lips, and somebody bitching to her about all the debris. It wasn’t her fault that their company hired someone with fire powers to protect a wooden building. She curled her hands into fists and winced as her dark skin split. Beads of blood trickled down her knuckles.
"Fuck."
She sighed and rubbed at her face. With a huff, she grabbed her eye drops and carefully coated each of her eyes with the medicine. She hated the way it felt, but it was either that or going blind. Thanks, body.
Her parched throat ached, but no matter how much water she drank, her body always wanted more. Her phone rang, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Hello?" she answered. She sighed after listening to the reply, "I'm on my way."
She slipped her phone back into her pocket. It looked like she wasn't going to be able to use that hand cream everyone had been raving about. Oh well, maybe after she got finished with trying to burn some guy into a crisp, she'd finally be able to use it.