Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

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It all started when I was 5. My dad was driving and my mom was... well my mom was dead. I was mumbling the words to ' Hey There Delilah ' as my father stopped at a gas station to grab some snacks and freshen up. As he got out of the car he looked so serious as he told me the words that still haunt my memory. The words that were so eerie that they rattled my 5 year old bones down to the core. He told me " Delilah, I love you with all my heart and you need to know your mother is not dead. You have a gift... a power, that some people will want to take away from you. Be strong baby girl... And spread your wings then fly. It's been 13 years... 13 years with no parents but a flock. A flock of Phoenixes. Daddy, I found my power better yet, I found my destiny. Maybe even my true love.
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Your suicide? Oh please, daddy. That didn't change me. I'm only trying to please you, trying to be perfect. And trust me, I've achieved perfection. I ran my school. If there was a crown, I'd be wearing it. I had all the guys on top of me, all the insecure little nitwits wrapped tightly around my finger. We still have your money, so I'm rich, gorgeous, thanks to your wonderful features, my dear father, and I was popular. I was perfect beyond belief. Now you; your secret still horrifies me. Why did you take your life? Your family so dearly loved you. I will find out, just for you, and so that you will say that I'm perfect in every which way as you watch down on me. Or up at me, whatever side of your wonderful personality the Lord took. However, my father, there is this new kid. I can't seem to remember his name. He's the silent type, perfect prey for my friends and I. But he's different. In fact I have made a deal with him. He'll help me solve your mystery, daddy, on one condition; I change my ways. He's such a joke, a cute joke. Oh what must I be saying, he's absolutely insane. I don't need to change my ways, I'm perfect. If anything, I should be helping him. Oh I remember now, father. Aiden. Aiden is trying to perfect me. What a laugh, isn't it? Perfecting something that's already perfect.

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