[ WP ] She 's safe in the fire .

`` I can do this. I can do this. I can do this...'' Her mind trailed off as the voice in her head repeated the mantra. She can do this. She told herself she could. 
 
 The cold sting of the gasoline on her open cuts woke her from the mantra's trance, as she doused herself with the plastic can. She was really going to do this. She had to-after all, the only option was unthinkable. 
 
 They would be here soon, set upon her like feral animals on a lame doe. The barricades could only hold them back so long. She could here their voices among the pounding fists and splintering wood. Shouts, guttural noises, snarls. These are n't people, she thought to herself. Human beings would n't do what they did. And they wo n't get the chance with her. She had a plan. She would n't 
 let them get their way. 
 
 The door ahead of her bowed with each blow from the outside. She splashed the remaining gasoline along the floor in front of her, in front of the doorway. Then she sat and waited, trying to ignore the sounds, and what was to come. She thought of the world before-of her family, her friends, the simple things she'd never get back. The door cracked, a large hole gaping from the middle, filled with hands clawing at the remaining wood. Not long now, she thought, as she drew the lighter from her pocket. It was a zippo, adorned with a 4 leaf clover. `` For luck'', her father had told her. It was the last thing he had given her, right before he... No, she told herself, focus on the good thoughts now. The door gave an awful groan, it's last protest against the mob's weight, and broke free of it's hinges, hitting the floor. She looked at them with a mixture of fear blending into amusement, as she lit the Zippo. She breathed a sigh of relief, and let the light fall, igniting the fuel around her. That was it. She was safe in the fire. They ca n't hurt her anymore. Nothing can.
