The heat is unbearable. You look around yourself in hopes for a escape, check all your four sides, high wooden walls, high ceiling, looking ready to crumble down on you. The flame rises just as high as the ceiling , the walls are on fire, the ground is on fire, you are backed up not against the corner because the corner is ablaze too. There are dark figures, people probably, standing all around you, except on nothing, they are like hanging in thin air looking down at you. The flame has risen up, it seem to go right through them not harming them in any way. All of them seem to have some kind of container in their hands, gasoline. It was clearly labelled gasoline, they are pouring it right on the ground into the fire that is already creeping up at you. It, of course starts getting fuelled even more, just what they want , they laugh knowing you are backed up not even against the wall, at the centre surrounded by balls of flames, crumbling chunks of wood from the ceiling, ready to bury or burn you, they knows you would be toast in a minute.

You turn around, scan the other side. You see like a couple of people , holding fire extinguishers , water hoses , but those are hardly helping when the fire is getting fuelled like fuck from the people on the opposite side .

You panic, run around only to meet more balls of fire, heat creeping up to your head, heart beating fast, fire crawling up at you, no escape.

That's when you stand quietly in the centre, close your eyes and then open it again, breathing slowly. You stare right at the fire not moving, ushering it to come at you, rather. Watching you not back off, the fire takes form of a giant dragon and hurries at you, but before it can hit you and make you toast , it bumps itself against an invisible barrier. You keep staring right at it , calm , not bothered by it. Suddenly the temperature drops and there comes a chill in the air. The dragon freezes until it breaks apart like glass. You look around, the hanging people are frozen too , can't move, can't do shit , until they shatter and drop to the floor, the fire subsides until it becomes dark and cold.

You become delighted to find out that this process helps . You never let anyone else in your house again.

You never lost it again. 

But that's when you realize the people who were trying to extinguish the fire, are now dead and shattered too.

Was it worth it in the end?