Dream

Chapter 2: So it Begins

       I arrive at the restaurant that is supposed to hold all of the guests until my party officially started. Why my parents must have a mini party before my official party, I have no idea. They always try to show off all of their money and power. They seem to want no one to forget that they hold all of the power in this city. As if! If there is anyone that holds all of the power in this city it's me and only me. Just because I'm their daughter doesn't mean that they can automatically assume themselves into the position of power. I hate the fact that they try to take credit for all of the things that I have worked for years to accomplish. If it weren't for me try to prove that I was worth something they would have never even realized that I was a snatcher. What good did that turn out to do me? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

   I enter the restaurant and am greeted with confetti and glitter being thrown into my face the moment I was visible. Great. I put on a fake smile, hold my head up high, and make my way to the table of honor where my parents are waiting for me with equally fake smiles upon their plastic faces. I wonder why they even bother to pretend that they even have a heart. Forgive me, that didn't come out right. They do have a heart, a heart that is only there to show how much they love the money and power that is the only reason for them to even stay here. They will never change. 

   "Hello mother, hello father", I greet my parents just as I am within reach of them. "Hello darling", they greet in unison. I give each one of them a hug starting with my mother and then my father. "Now then, the guest of honor has arrived and we shall now start the feast." The feast? Is that the whole reason for this gathering. What a waste of perfectly good money. My father claps his hands and then the waiters start to serve all of the guests. Even the ones that are outside since not all of the people that came to "celebrate" my birthday could fit inside the poor five star restaurant. I know for a fact that half of them are here to appease my parents and half of them are here to sooth their hunger. Ever since my parents decided that they were all-supreme-rulers, they started to ruin the lives of those they deemed unworthy of all they had. It didn't matter if they were human or supernatural. Once you were on their hit list you were as good as done for. My parents ruined their jobs, their social life, their family life, and everything in between. They sunk them into debt, made some family members disappear and beat them to a bloody pulp. Not in person, of course not. Why would they bloody their own hands when they could hire someone else to do it for them. 

   I know I might seem like a cold hearted person. I have given you no reason to believe otherwise and I honestly don't care what you think of me, but when I see someone that needs help, I help them. Every family that my parents hurt I help. I give them food, clothes, and a roof over their heads. I might not do it directly but that doesn't mean that I don't help. The reason that I don't help them directly is because they down right hate me. If I tried to help them, they would call me a plague and wish that I would just die. Even when I wasn't well known throughout the world they treated me like I was different. I hate it. The feeling that everyone that is around you resents you for the simple fact that you are there. That you are who you are. No matter what I do or how hard I try to disappear, they will always resent me. That's why I hire a social worker to take care of every case that is in need of my help. I pay for everything and the families are not charged anything over the course of three years. That gives them plenty of time to get themselves on their feet and join the world once more. 

   We all sit down once the food has been served and I am about to take my first bite of roasted salmon with mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables when out of the blue my mother stops me with a good smack to the hand. "Not yet", she whispers. "Your father must first bless the food and give thanks." They can't be serious. I get that giving thanks for all that we have is a good way to win support but to go as far as blessing the food? Who the hell did they think they were?