A/N: So it's currently first term holidays and you lovely people get another chapter :) Vote, comment and all that shiz ♥ ...unless, of course, you don't want to (I get the feeling I shouldn't be a promoter haha)
Elaine was considerably nicer after most of her experiments were considered a success. Yes, most. Those kids didn't deserve to be failures, didn't deserve to die.
She gave us a choice. We could go back to our families, if they would have us. We could go our separate ways. Or we could stay with her.
Those kids who hated her to the core up and left when those words left her mouth. Some went back to beg for a place in their families. I had nowhere to go. I couldn't go back, but I also couldn't stay out in the cold.
There were about 7 of us left: the twins: Leah and Thea, Hayden, Jamie, Max, Josh and me, Jamie being the youngest and Josh being the oldest.
I knew that staying with Elaine had its risks. But at that moment, there was nothing I could do.
She tutored us, homeschooled us, because she thought that "being a freak doesn't mean you have to be stupid".
2 years later, under the effects of a potion Elaine named "Mind Control" - but I mean, seriously, it's not at all obvious what that does - we went to our respective families, half-conscious.
This was how my visit went:
It was winter, and it was snowing. I didn't bother hiding my wings. I marched right up to the porch and rang the doorbell. My mother opened the door, eyes drawn to my wings, which were bigger than she last saw them.
After a moment of silence, my mother spoke. "I thought I told you leave, and never come back."
"You did. I didn't listen." I smiled at her. "May I come in?"
"You are not welcome here." Her eyes were as hard as rocks.
"I had a feeling," I replied. "Just let me in, and I promise you'll never see me again."
She stepped back, which I took to be a gesture of temporary welcome, and followed her in.
She sat on the couch, her back stiff. "What do you want?"
"Straight to the point, huh? And sharp too," I chided. "Unfortunately, I'm not like that. So, how's life?"
"Without you? Great. Amazing, in fact. At least I'm not weird." She sniped at me.
"Probably not, but you still gave birth to a freak." Should I sit? She didn't exactly offer me a seat. But technically, this is still your house, said a small voice in my head.
"You weren't born that way. You should know that best. You were changed." She looked at me like she won this argument.
But the potion had other ideas. "Oh, wow, so you finally acknowledge the fact that you hired a pyschotic babysitter to care for your freak baby huh."
Her face turned bright red. "How the hell was I supposed to know that she was crazy?!"
I rolled my eyes. "Well you were at least supposed to know that you shouldn't put your faith in a number on a card at the side of the road!"
"Just shut up already! Have you just come to rub it in my face? If so, then the door is open for you."
I smiled. Right then. I'm not gonna sit. "What's the rush? Sure you might not be a freak like me, but you still stand out. I hear a lot of people saying that you gave me away, threw me out, ditched me in a grave somewhere, drowned me. Somehow all the stories ended up with me dead. And that totally doesn't make you seem freakish."
"They're all lies." She snorted.
"Well back then, you didn't want to believe the truth. Who's to say that they aren't allowed to believe the lies? Either way, it kills your reputation."
"They're all stupid. Their stupidity is pitiful. Pathetic, even."
"Look who's talking. You wanna know what's pathetic? You. You think they're stupid. Sure they might be stupid. But you know what's pitiful? They are right. Their "stupidity" is right. So maybe you didn't kill me. But you abondoned your own daughter. Disowned her for something that was your fault."
She was pissed now. "How dare you! You blame me? Like it's my fault? You little ungrateful brat you-"
"What do I have to be grateful for? What can I thank you for? I can't even thank you for this life!"
"You stupid fart-"
"Fart?" I scoffed. "Are you drunk? Or stoned?"
"What did you say? I'm telling you, I never want to see you again!"
"Oh but I thought you loved me. You said it yourself, 2 years ago. You said you'd always love me. Right before you kicked me out."
She cringed. "Yes I remember that. I regret it so much right now."
"Regret what? Kicking me out?"
"What? No! I regret saying that I love you! I regret ever loving you! I wish you were never born!"
"Oh you're not the only one."
"So you're turning on me right now? It's my fault again? It's my own bloody fault for having you?"
"You said it, I didn't." Jeez, it was just a comment. Defensive much?
"You will regret being born after I'm done with you! Then I'm never ever ever going to have to see you again." She stood up menacingly.
"Be careful what you wish for."
"Is that a threat?!"
"No, it's sound advice."
"I'm going to kill you! " She picked the pot of hot coffee off the table and attempted to splash me with it. Somehow it flew out of her hands, bounced off the flat screen TV and flew towards the crystal chandelier, the coffee arcing out of the snout and down onto my mother directly below. She screamed as she got scalded. Then she gave me the finger.
I arched an eyebrow. "Hey, you were the one who threw the damn thing, not me."
The coffee pot collided with the chandelier and dropped on her head. She lost her balance and hit the ground flat on her back. She tried to sit up.
"I don't want to see you again! EVER!"
The chandelier was swinging wildly. The ceiling began tearing through. Makes me wonder when was the last time someone checked the house through.
She was on the ground, still screaming, her eyes wild. "EVER! I MEAN EVER!!!"
At the same moment, the ceiling tore all the way through and the chandelier fell. Straight down.
