Not exactly a moonless night

Hearing the girl talk about her past, Adrian did not have any excuse to hide his past from her. "You're wrong. I am someone who deserved to be deserted. Being such a freak, I wouldn't have been suprised if they put me into that boarding school you described there." He laughed slightly in the most awkward manner he ever did. "Like you, my family were rich, but unlike you, I wasn't even allowed in any school. At first, I didn't mind, but after hearing kids about my age being able to... I dunno, say words I couldn't pronounce, I felt alone. My other personality's my only companion, but he felt the same way about all of this." Tears were gathering inside his eyes. "Then.... one night, I set a book on fire. That might not have been so bad if the fire didn't spread. At first, my parents thought I was playing with matches. The fire spread and went on through the night... I was abandoned by my parents, who escaped from the house without me. I was trapped. I thought this was it, until morning came and my personalities switched in the usual way. Then... the fire was gone. I used my ice powers to control and put out the fire. When I came out alive, my parents were not happy, but angry at me. They said something about me belonging in a circus, and shaming the family name." He tried hard to hold the tears in, and rubbed his eyes to wipe them away before the girl noticed. "I saved my own life, and they rather I died in that fire."

Adrian smiled at the girl, and his tears finally went down his cheeks. He hugged her once more, then whispered to her "Thank you." That's not the version I would have told. I mean, you got the facts right, but I'd have added the part where they apologised a few years later. Come to think of it, did they really mean it? I don't know. That's why I didn't tell her. Besides, our parents are a bunch of wa- Hey, I still love our parents to bits. Though, now that you mention it, they did dump us here. Yeah. But then again, mum did send us those things that we needed. Ok, I only hate dad then.

"My parents don't deserve to die," Adrian said suddenly. "I don't care what they did, they're still my parents. I'm just.... angry at them. But they'll have had a reason for their actions... I think." Adrian was not sure what to think anymore. Retelling his story made him realise the true nature of his parents. The ones that fed him, clothed him and gave him a home left him to die that night. He stood up, and screamed really loudly, but not as high pitched as when he cut himself, and set his painting on fire. His best painting was going to be destroyed, but he didn't care anymore. He wanted to let out his anger. His temperature rose so much he was sweating in the cold night. He had lost control... he shouldn't be feeling that warm when it was so cold.

Again, the girl hugged Adrian, who somehow felt a lot cooler. This calmed him down quite considerably, and he didn't need to set fire to anything anymore. He also saw that his painting was not ruined. In fact, the painting seemed to be perfectly fine to him. He continued to hug the girl. His remaining tears flowed down his cheeks, not out of anger, but because at least someone was there.