Living a normal life would've been perfect for me. It's always been what I dreamed of. At night, when I was going to sleep, I thought so much about it; about how I would be able to eat my food without having to have an injection. But there is no cure to Diabetes. Yet. Thinking of that always put me in a bad mood. I'd have to live with this for my entire life. I'd have to inject insulin into myself five times daily. I wouldn't ever be allowed to taste chocolate without any consequences. I'd keep on having those fits forever.
But I have lived with this condition since I was one and a half, so I don't know better than to do all of that. But when my teenage rebellion years started to kick in, I gave up. I stopped taking my injections; I ate as much sugar as I could fit into myself. All because I hated how I had to live. But that didn't go well. I went into a coma for three months. it was horrible, and I could feel burning before I woke up. I didn't know what had happened. I was so scared, and everyone was crying, and everything was so confusing. It was horrible.
But when I got home, I noticed a change in my body. I was still diabetic, of course, but something was up. I could feel it. It was a very pleasant feeling, and that feeling helped me to cope with the injections, and the forbidden sugar. I was actually smiling through my teenage life. Until I turned seventeen.
On my seventeenth birthday, I went out for a meal with my girlfriend, and I had a party that was going to last all night. But it didn't. Because at five past ten at night, which was exactly the time I was born, I felt a surge of heat fly through me. I felt like I had the flu, but ten times worse. There was a layer of sweat all over my body, and the heat I felt was unbearable. I had to keep doing blood tests to see if it had anything to do with my diabetes. But my bloods were fine.
That morning, something drove me to walk to the fire place, and to put my hand in the fire. It didn't hurt. It felt nice, better than the other pleasant feeling. I lifted my hand out, and the fire went with it. I was controlling the fire. I could bend it to my will.
My name is Pyro Kinetic. And I am a Pyrokinetic. I am forever seventeen, and blessed with the powers of fire.