Our Inner Demons

Chapter 1

Many people have stories about their past that they never get tired of telling over and over to everyone. Others simply appreciate their existence at the present moment without looking back at the past. I am neither of those people.

I have no stories to tell.

Some might call me a liar for saying that. I have always had everything I wished for. But there was constantly one aspect missing, and it was love.

Without love, all of those other things and people around me seemed like nothing but a hole in existence. The void that doesn't even require to be filled only overlooked.

I had constantly secretly craved to rise above that materialistic understanding of perfection, although it would often work only partly for me since the greed was buried deep into my being pulsing through my body together with the blood as my heart would beat.

"Good morning, Celestia!" My mother walked into the dining room and watched me the entire time while she was taking a seat at the table.

"Good morning, mom..." I haven't begun eating yet because I knew I had to wait for her to come so I can start, although I was starving and she took longer to get prepared than expected.

"How did you sleep?" She initiated taking something from the table which was a signal to me to dig into the table as if it was the last meal in my life.

"Good..." I said trying to look as polite as possible while taking a bit of everything around me.

"You have a hard day in front of yourself, considering how big of an appetite you suddenly got." She looked at me mockingly. I instantly ended grabbing any more food to my plate.

"No, I just..."

"That's alright, dear. I fully understand. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. We will simply go to your modeling agency after we have breakfast and inform them you are no longer interested in looking good." She said while spreading butter on her toast.

"I'm sorry..." I didn't feel as if there was something I should apologize about, but I certainly didn't want my mother to think I was disobeying her in any way. After all, mothers only want what's best for their children.

"I'm sure you are. As always. But that doesn't help, does it? The excuse is not what I want from you, Celestia."

"And what is it..." I carefully raised my head and looked at her. "That you seek from me?"

"It is improving. How do you not know that already? I constantly repeat it to you but you never listen!"

"I will try to change." I said depressingly dropping my head like a puppy.

"Don't! I do not expect you to change in any way if the change will be for worse! And that is all you have been doing recently. Thank God now you are finally not a minor anymore and I am not responsible for all the trouble you might cause with the way you behave and I am convinced there will be many!"

"That is what I wanted to talk to you about... You know that today is my eighteenth birthday." I was frightened of the way she will respond to my question.

"I know." She said while taking a bite of her toast. I expected her to at least wish me a happy birthday.

"Well... I was thinking... Maybe I could invite a few friends over." I already noticed how she started shaking her head no and I got desperate. "Mother, please... I promise we will all behave. There will be no music, no alcohol, I won't even have a cake if that is what you want! Just please let me celebrate my birthday for once..."

"Celestia, I am surprised you're even asking me that question. It is like you don't even know me. You know very well what I think of birthdays and any celebrations. They are completely unnecessary."