You lived beside the Dents. They seemed to be a normal family from the outside. Two boys and their parents. Most people just saw them as a another nice little family living out there life there. Little did many know, their family was going to change. Harshly. The main cause? Matches. There was a reason why most households kept them away, after all. Murray was a bit rebellious, he seemed to light items on fire for the fun of it. Harvey was the goodie two shoes while Murray was the rebel. It was a typical sibling combination. You didn’t mind and just saw them as the Dent kids, Harvey and Murray, your neighbors.

Murray had ended up pushing Harvey to set fire to the curtains. The fire continued to spread, up the wallpaper, and the rest of the room. It was going to flow through the house. You had heard their smoke detectors go off and you hurried over since you knew their parents were out, leaving the boys at home. You got in and found Harvey curled up beside a door. He was slowly sucking on his thumb. He seemed to be lost in his mind, not responding to you and speaking slowly.

“I can’t…” Harvey murmured quietly to himself as you saw him, his thumb covering his words up.