Being burned alive

It was March 31st, 1941 when I decided to join this group therapy session for people with irrational fears. I sat down in one of those chairs that we used to sit in back when we were in school, hearing it creak and crack flooded my mind with all the tortuous memories of what people used to call "the best years of your life." Something about me not a lot of people know is back in school I was heavily bullied. Kids thought it was funny to chase me around school with lighters because my family died in a house fire so kids used to tell me that it was my turn to burn.
"Scarlett, would you like to introduce yourself to the group" As soon as those words left the mans mouth I quickly stood up like a force just rolled through my body and left. "Hello everybody, my name is Scarlett Price" "Hi Scarlett" everybody murmured my name back like a bunch of robots or zombies "Would you like to tell the group why you're here today Scarlett?" I turned around to see the man behind me with his hand on my shoulder and smiling. His smile was a sign to feel welcome I guess but I couldn't help but feel a little creeped out. I had told the group everything about the fire and the bullying and I couldn't help but notice their eyes widen every time my mouth would open to tell a little more of the story.
April, 5th: I was sitting at home reading a book with the quite noise of the city in the background. I guess I got lost in the noise of the city because before I knew it the dark was setting in. I was setting up for bed when I noticed a knock at the door. Another knock came flooding through the silent house. Slowly I placed my hand to the doorknob when the person behind the door had beat me to it because the door came flying open. "Im sorry to scare you Ms. Price, I just had to check on you. You haven't been to group these past couple of times." He was saying all this nonsense as he walked himself into my house.
"Im sorry Mr-"
"Carter"
"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Carter but I just didn't feel like coming and if I have any right I do not believe you should have came here, or opened my front door, or even walked yourself into my house. Now please I am a very busy woman"
"Well Ms. Price I am very sorry about all those things but to be fair shouldn't a young lady like yourself keep your door locked at all times?"
"What was it you said you came here for again?'
"Oh Ms. price please, not a need to worry." He sat down on the only chair I had in my living room and stared at me from the door. "Scarlett" I whispered under my breath but I guess he had heard me because he gave me an odd look. He opened his bag and looked inside, like a quick check of some sort. " Is it too much to ask for a cup of tea Scarlett?" I looked at him with surprise but walked myself into the kitchen and made his tea.
I began to walk out into the living room when I guess he heard my footsteps and asked "Im not drinking alone now am I?" so I had walked myself back into the kitchen and poured myself a cup. As I walked out into the living room a little light was lighting up Mr. Carters face and as soon I realized exactly what was happening I dropped the tea and ran for the door but I was frozen, I couldn't move I just stood there crying like a little cry. Mr. Carter came over to me with the lighter and put it up my face and I knew he was talking but I couldn't hear a single thing besides my heart pounding.