"Isn't she pretty?" I know this is a dream but its been so long since I've felt the embrace of my mother's arms. I snuggle up to the edge of her collar bone and breathe in her scent, the last time she smelled like rain, this time its sunshine.
"She sure is." Someone else speaks, ripping me from the embrace of my mother. I scream and pitch myself forward, yelling out a string of curse words.
"PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME. MOM!" The voice laughs above my terrified cries, my mother's image wavers and thick black smoke waves in front of my eyes.
"And she's all mine." The smoke wraps around my body, blocking out everything. This is how I die.
" She sure is cute." Someone speaks and wakes me up from my dream. They scream when I look at them. "Still pretty cute!" They run and yell into the early morning, I look up from the dashboard of the stolen car I'm in, at a green sign that says, Roswell New Mexico, Enjoy your stay.
"I hate Mexico." I mutter under my breath as I start the car and head into the city.
"New Mexico." I scream and swerve the car nearly running myself off the road. I put the car in park on the empty road and turn to face the back of the car, there sits my father.
"Holy Hell." He smiles sticks his hand forward and I see he isn't truly there, his hand glistens in the rising sun. He must have projected himself there to me, but why I have no idea.
"Calm yourself Fire. I knew you would do this eventually, but I never expected it would cause this much damage." He moans and rubs at his chest, his eyes open fast and they are red, not a good sign.
"DAD!" I reach out to touch him but my hand goes straight though him. I can tell he is in pain and it angers me, this is all my fault.
"Fire, please. Listen."
"NO, you're hurt, badly. I'm coming home now." I start the car but it dies before I can move it.
"If you come back you can never leave. I can handle this. Its just some lowly poison that that witch cooked up." My blood boils, I know he is speaking about Luna. "I knew you wanted to find your mother, and I'm glad that you are." His projection wavers and I am left in the car by myself.
"DAMMIT!" I scream and pound on the dash, deploying the airbags. "Fucking piece of shit." I swat the airbags down and out of my face. I open the door causing it to squeak loudly, making some kind of bird fly over head and caw. I abandon the car as my mother abandoned me and head down the paved road. I am left with my thoughts and they always lead back to my mother, her smile, her bright green eyes and her warm gentle embrace.
"God, what am I going to do?" I wipe at my dripping eyes, "nope, gods don't cry, especially not this one." I speak out loud to myself, its not like anyone is even listening.
"Oh, I bed to differ." I scream as someone grabs me from behind. "Gez, scared much." He pulls out a loose headphone, the volume all the way up. I look at him, grab his arm and twist it toward his shoulder blade. "OW, WHAT THE FUCK?! LISTEN I'M SORRY I SCARED YOU." I release his arm and push him forward, making something fall from his front pocket, hit the pavement and break. "Great, now I have no tunes. That was a first generation ipod by the way."
"Aren't those crap machines?" He looks at me in shock, I smile and he uses his thick dark eyebrows to strengthen his frown. "Listen sorry about that, I'll buy you a new one." His frown deepens, he shakes his head and stands.
"No, it was my fault anyway. Some of us normal people don't have money to pay for everything." Normal? Was he implying that I wasn't normal? How does he know? Play it cool, play it cool.

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The god complex (Book one of The Devil's Daughter trilogy)
Teen FictionI am not God but I am something similar.