Once upon a time there was a girl on fire. At first she did not know she was on fire and then when she did, she tried to put out the little flames herself. But she could not, and the flames got big and the girl on fire screamed. She screamed and she screamed but no one could hear her; no matter how loud she screamed or who was near. So the girl swallowed the flames.

The flames inside her changed the girl on fire. Slowly she burned from inside. The world lost its colour to her. Grass was not as green; sunshine not as bright; the wind was no longer cold and the sun no longer hot when compared to the terrible, terrible flames.

Slowly, the girl on fire burned and her faint cries went unheard until finally the girl on fire died. Her death was a death on the inside, where the flames had burnt her, and no one noticed the change. So she walked the earth a living cinder.