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Toxic stared at the fire Infront of her. Dya had set it to burn some garlic but..When the Ash started and the fire was lit she suddenly felt like she was 16 again and being chased by her Grandpa and friends in an attempt to bvrn her like they did to her family. She suddenly had way too many thoughts "What if Dya is just like them?" "you can't trust anyone" "This town isn't any different." "YOU aren't any different" Toxic needed to look away from the fire but she couldn't. Without realising her hand was inching towards the fire to touch it, her fingers lightly grazed over it as she jumped back hearing Dya's voice "Toxic what the hell?" Dya said with concern and anger