Demon Daughter

I woke up to the earspliting beeping of my alarm clock so close, yet so far. Taking me away from my dreams and bringing me to reality "oh so wonderfull,REALITY", I take a deep breath and open my eyes to the dim sunlight streaming in through my my faded yellow curtains, my eyes straying to my alarm clock it read 6:06 and turning the beeping off, i laughed as I looked at the clock a second time "funny how every birthday my clock whacks out and decides to wake me an hour early, piece of shit", funny part was it was the exact time of my birth. And as i lay there in my bed i took another deep breath as i knew what was about to come, looking up at the cielling. 5,4,3,2,1, and there! "thump" came from downstairs and coming up accelerating speed as it got closer to my room , I got out from under my covers onto the cold wood floors with my bare feet, ,as slowly as i could, "BAMM!" Went my door and i winced at the noise it had made. In my doorframe was my mom breathless and glazy eyed as she looked all over my room as if in a panick that something would pop out of the walls and attack her i watched her with her room ly auburn hair cascading in unruly mess around her face glasses falling just to the tip of her straight nose and frame somewhat shaking as if something was inside of her would explode. I Jumped to go to her and even when i got up to her face close enough to see her bright ice blue eyes she was still looking side, to side, i'd think that after a while of my mom doing this every birthday since I was six i should be used to this right? "Azra", my mom said and woke me out of my daze, she said but still not looking right at me. I put my hands on her shoulders and shook her till her teeth rattled "Mom, Mom, i'm right here, see look right here", i took her hand and put it on my cheek letting her feel my face so that she could reckognize my face, and thats when the glassiness disapears from her eyes as if it had never been there in the first place. "Azra?" she said this time with recognition in her tone " Good your still here", she said like i would be somewhere else at f-ing, in the morning.

"i'm right here mom"

"yes, you are"

she said in a tone like she was asleep, and then hugged me,and i stepped back as she blinked her eyes to wake up several times and then yawn. She turned and walked back downstaires from my room, just before she was on the first step back down she turned her head at me looked me straight my orange,gold fire eyes, smiled,

"Happy birthday, honey and come downstairs when our done getting ready for school i have a surprise for you."

I look at her mouth gaping open large enough that i bet if i had left it like that any longer flies would start flying in. i stepped back just a couple steps and fell backwards on to my bed thinking, "well i wonder if this is how every new 16 year olds birthday start's or is it just me?" Questions but no answers, sigh, i grab my clothes and go and take a shower, just wondering what kind of gift my mom got me, biggest thing on my wish list would be a car, doesn't have to be new but not too old either it would be awesome. Since were always moving every six to three months be awesome if i could explore a bit and do my own thing, besides driving my decaying,rusting, but still in good riding mode bike everywhere.

I head down in a clean black t-shirt of one of my favoiret bands and khaki short's, in time to notice the enticing smell of Cake, the colors of pink, blue, and brown, "ahh what a masterpiece" i thought to myself. And burning candle wax as well a small box with "glittering" wrapping Paper, I stepped up to the small wooden table, on the cake read "Happy 16 birthday Azra" and then as litlle joke between me and my mom there was a little fur demon by the of name ( if only i had known the litteral sense of that at first glance) little SKInner. I blew out the brightly lit candles and cut a pretty good huge chunk of the "wonderfull" choclate cake and smaller piece for mom, i was about to grab for the glitter wrapped present "which between you and me i've never been much of a fan of , but good ol mom keeps trying to girlify me and get me out of my boyish garb, which i don't see a problem with but whateves, give her kudo's for trying". "SMACK" goes a metal spoon hit's my hand with a pretty good fouce to leave a small red welt, as i yelp "HEY!" what the hell mom", she gives me a stern look and eyes me till my hand is as far enough from my "present" as possible.