om, then I made a trail up the basement stairs. After checking to make sure there were no movements, I made a line out to the kitchen where I grabbed

he'd refused! Then the next day after my birthday-which he failed to get me a gift for-he shows up with a car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. I poured as much

here in the house, I was betting the fire had my father's attention now. The fire was already engulfing the house- at least it looked that way from outside but I knew it wouldn't do any real damage. We had a fire extinguisher on the second floor-dad was very paranoid- plus I'd only poured gasoline on the basement and there was a fire station within the com

eeping behind me. I almost dashed into the bush for fear of dad somehow figuring it was me and ch

off to?" A bemused Mrs Cook

ore she asked. Mrs cook was one of mum's church me

omething. Could you give me a lift?" I flashed her a smile a

are you wearing?" She asked,

my comfor

y are you smiling like

ed to run a million miles. I wanted to set the entire community on fire. There was a strange buzzing b

wn one story clinic came into view and I imagined the wide eyed look of horror on Dr Boyle's face t

eked. I turned to find Mrs coo

no doubts that she was going to be giving my dad a call once she was away from here. The imagery of my da

jumped on

hroaty chuckle and my disturbing smile. Mrs cook peeled a

wishing I had my black, beautiful wings to stretch out. Spying a brown bag out of the corner of my

runette with black otherworldly eyes. That would have been me in the mirror-obviously-but the malevolence in those black eyes and the way they flash

last few days must have fucked my mind up somehow. This wasn't me. As a matter of fact, the last hour hadn't been me. D