I hated nightmares. I hated waking up in a cold sweat, drawn up by the sound of your own screaming. I can't even tell you which part of my psyche that's conjured up these night terrors. I didn’t even know dad, but I’ve had these dreams so many times, it’s becoming uncanny.
“Aren’t dreams usually based on reality?” I looked around my room, taking in some of its features. The blackish-gray walls, horror movie and band posters, books on randomly placed shelves around the room. Some of my artwork hung on the walls, but only the abstract ones. I love that my room mimics my personality.
I glance over at my "Felix the Cat" wall clock and groan. As usual, this action always awarded me with a loss of breath as my cats, Isis and Bastet simultaneously jump onto my stomach. This daily event signaled that it was time for food and attention.
Isis and Bastet are sisters. Almost identical, but Isis has white on her paws and right above her nose, where Bastet is entirely black. They’re my girls.
After giving them fresh food and water, I ventured into the kitchen to find my own food. Flipping on the light, I catch a startling reflection in my old silver toaster. My black and violet hair was a frizzy mess. Excess eye makeup had darkened my natural blue eyes. Violet lip stain had all but faded. I really needed to learn to wash my makeup off thoroughly, especially after gigs.
I stood up on my toes, attempting to reach the LIFE cereal box on the top shelf of the cabinet, and then wandered over to the fridge to grab my skim milk, almost tripping over Isis. The overly affectionate cat had a tendency to intertwine herself between my legs as I walked. Quite the little attention seeker.
I hopped up on the counter to eat my cereal, almost sitting on Bastet's tail. Something had to be wrong with them. They were being too cuddly today. Must have been my screaming this morning. I know it freaked me out, so it probably startled them as well.
I patted Bastet's head nonchalantly, as I finished up my cereal. I heard Marilyn Manson's "Tainted Love" blaring in the other room, which kinda caught me off guard, since it’s only 6AM. I ran into my room and slid onto the bed.
"Hello?" Carly's chipper voice echoed.
"Hey C! What's up? You sound obviously chipper this morning... You do realize it's about 6AM, right love?" Goddess she must not realize that the world isn't full of "morning people."
"I just wanted to make sure that you got home all right. You were acting kinda... off, you know?" I could hear tension in her voice; all I could do was sigh.
"Look, you know that Jordan and I were fighting last night. It's not my fault he married a whore... I don't want to talk about it C. I'll call you later, okay? I'm just going to try to relax. I'll talk to you later."
"But... But... Fine. Byee girlie. I'll text ya later."
"Byee." I muttered shutting the phone. Thank Goddess that conversation is over. I don’t know if I could handle that discussion any further. Sure, I love my oldest bro, but he didn’t choose the best wife. Not to mention that she works at a strip club uptown.
I hated the feeling that we were growing apart, but at least I had James and Alex to back me up. “James! Tomorrow is his big costume/birthday party! Ohmigosh! What should I wear?” I ran over to my closet, tossing multiple stage outfits aside. Looks like I have to go shopping again.
YOU ARE READING
The Goddess Within
ContoAriane didn't expect this. Didn't expect that her father would come back after all these years. Or that she, a simple wiccan girl, would be a Goddess herself. But this blessing comes with a price. A price she might have to risk her life for.
