Lethal Lullaby

Birthday

It was June 18th my birthday, I am now eighteen years old, I hope my parents don't make a big deal out of it I would rather just spend the day alone with Matthew. Most people look forward to their birthday, but not me, I mourn my birthday. I have my reasons, first I am now one year older than Matthew, second I don't want him to go over the top with gifts, third I don't want a party and a big fuss made over me so that I can fall over my own two left feet and embarrass myself as usual except this time it would be worse because I would be the centre of attention. And finally, I won't get what I truly want which is to become a devil, there is no way Matthew will allow it.

It was a normal day in Betws-y-coed, I used to love the sunshine but now I don't care for it. I quite like the cold, dreary weather, to me it was like showing you what life was truly like. You get something good, but there are so many speed bumps and complications along the way. There is one thing missing from today and that was Daniel, I wish he were here. I take back what I said before, what I truly want for my birthday is Daniel and I know it's not possible. It's not even in the realm of impossibilities it's that impossible. We had always planned that when I turned eighteen he would take me to all the cool clubs that he went to and meet all his friends. And he would buy me my first legal alcoholic beverage and look after me to make sure that I didn't get too drunk. He would buy me a beautiful dress so that I looked like the true bell of the ball and there would be a big party, Daniel was the life and soul of the party. This is just another reason for mourning, mourning about the eighteenth birthday that I was meant to have that I never will.

I want to wear something nice, but something that would fit my feelings of mourning. Wait I bought a pair of black jeans when I was out with the girls, I guess they can make a black top and a black cardigan all look good together. God, that shopping trip seems like a lifetime ago, but after everything that happened it's a day that I very much would like to wipe from my memory. The incident will haunt me forever, the scar on my thigh is a constant reminder and I try my best to never look at it. I know that if I do it will do nothing but upset me, I keep finding more reasons to mourn today. I just can't wait until it's all finished.

I used to think that life just passed you by, but ever since I met Matthew I no longer feel that way. A day felt like a week, a week felt like a month and a month felt like a year. I wonder what it will be like when we truly know that we have forever together. I can't wait until that day comes that would be the best birthday gift, but I know better than to ask for it. The compromise I made with Matthew will stay in place, it wasn't fair to question it now.

I took one long stretch and climbed out of bed, I crept around the house and got ready as quietly as humanly possible, well as humanly possible for me anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror afterwards, my long, wavy brown hair was shinier than ever. Gwen was right that shampoo did give your hair the best shine. My outfit complimented my figure perfectly, hiding all my flaws. I can't put it off any longer I must go downstairs and face my parents at some point. The mourning has begun, as I reached the bottom of the long, twisting staircase, everything seemed strangely quiet. I opened the living room door cautiously.

"SURPRISE!"

I almost jumped out of my skin in shock, I lost my balance and fell to the floor with a light thud. I had been expecting something, but they had caught me off guard with this. I felt naked like my soul had quite literally left my body, which I know is impossible because I haven't drunk anymore of Matthew's potion.

"Sorry sweetheart, did we scare you?" asked Gwen.

No, I just jumped and fell on the floor on my ass for the fun of it, clearly. But, that wasn't going to be my reply they were just trying to do something nice for me.