The questions brew within my mind

   Days went by and i still lay lifeless in my bed. The phone rang a thousand times. I ignored it. Taylors voice was burned in my mind by now. "I need to talk to you" I need to stay away from you was my only thought. My mom a demon, me some sort of angel. How does it all add up? how did i never know? how could every day of my god damn life be a lie?? i picked up the cloudy glass filled 3/4 of the way with water. Then all of the sudden i hit me. My skin burned and i couldn't help but scream. I dropped the glass and it fell to a million pieces. my eyes clouded over, my mind raced.

 

 

    I fell on the floor with a great, Thud! i felt as though the blood was rushing to my head at the speed of light. The room was spinning all around me. i closed my eyes and drifted with it. when the spinning came to an end i smelled leather. He was here. The sound of a kettle steaming rung in my ears. First he breaks into my house and now hes stealing tea! what ever will he think of next? I smirked at my own thoughts. I loved my smart a*s remarks. They were about the only thing keeping me sane these days. The "thing" in my kitchen deffinately didnt help. I slowly crept down the stairs my head was still spinning, and my stomache ached. the gentle scent of tea made my stomache flip flop. I peeked in the kitchen and there sat megan and stood taylor. Well he didnt break in, he had an accomplis.

 

 

   Megan sipped some tea and smirked an evil smirk. "i better get goin" she said and winked at me. Damn her! "nice tatts" she said as she passed by. Alert clouded my face and i stared at my arms vivid marks went all the way up my arms. Taylor looked at me with this i know exactly what happened to you look. He handed me a tea cup

 filled with scolding hot water. he mumbled something under his breath sighed and slouched in a chair. "you havent answered my phone calls" he talked at me instead of to me. he stared at me intently with his cold blue eyes. His eyebrow arched lightly and i could tell he knew the answers to all the questions he was going to ask. This slightly pained me. Ive always been the "unreadable" type. It was my favorite quality i posessed.

 

    I dabbled the tea bag in and out of the glass. then when the tea was a dark brown black. i stared back at him with the dame intensity and slowly lifted the glass to my lips. my lip cracked. "f**k" winter always left my plump coral lips chapped. The liquid slowly caressed my tongue and slid down my throat coaxing my body with its warmth. Taylors stare lightened to a gaze and his frown drifted away leaving his face painfully beautiful. As i stared in amazement his lip curled up and his fine lined lips turned to a smile. He laughed a light gentle laugh and i felt as though he could see right through me. I could feel the blush spread accross my porcelain face.

 

   Smoke filled the air and the f*****g smoke detector went off. i thought the stove was smoking but it wasn't on. i looked around and when i turned there was a long lanky figure standing before me. She smirked "who the hell are you?" was what came out of my mouth. "your trainer, your elder" she continued "another dark angel" The words burst through me and i knew i could not stop them "why the hell can't you people use a f****n door?" "this whole smoke thing is really starting to piss me off" "poof here, poof there, poof everywhere" I couldn't stop the anger from surging inside me the marks on my arms turned a light teal. " your hyroglyphics are truly beautiful" she said admiring my arms. "it takes many years to form ones with such beauty" her eyes went grave and she fell to her knees and bowed. "you are the chosen one". Now i wasn't even an ordinary dark angel, yipee me.

  

     I guess most would be happy ready to take on the challenge, whatever it may be. I'm not most. I don't even want to be what i already am. I walked into the bathroom to get away from the mist of smoke. I peered into the mirror. No freckles my face was almost sculpted. My cheeks defined in more ways then just one. Was i really looking at me? My eyes were no longer lightning blue but a very light mystic blue. My lips looked lined and for once in my life i didn't have the essence of a little girl. More importantly then that i looked nothing like my mother. I grinned at the mirror, splashed my face, and dried it lightly with a peach towel. the towel matched the decor of the bathroom. peach roses lined the walls. There were even roses surrounding the door knob it shined a with a golden glow. I reached for the door knob and went on my way back to the kitchen.

 

   I almost wished i hadn't. Jealousy be seized me as Taylor sat across from her grinning like a fool. I couldn't handle it i stared at her with a content and bitter look. I chomped at my lips. Wondering how long she could sit there batting her eyes. I finally decided to listen to there conversation and realized they were talking about me. A wave of relief thrushed over my body taking the sands of  my anger away. Taylor began to blush. His blush reminded me of the light peach of the bathroom, i finally realized i was grinning like a fool. i strode over to the oak table and sat down on the old oak chair. All the furniture in the house was old. I suppose soon i may buy new furniture with the great ordeal of money my parents had left me. Well my father, from now on i have no mother. She is my enemy, the one i must search out and destroy. For she was the one to leave me empty handed, and cold hearted.

 

    My body was chilled by the very thought of her, and the fact that her blood curses through my veins. Then my blood boiled as i thought of her cursed laugh, it still echoed in my mind. How it drove me insane. The tense thoughts were finally interrupted as they began to speak to me. I felt slightly foolish for i was gripping the table with great force. "relax" the woman said, "in time you will soon forget" how the hell would she know what i was thinking. "i to had much grievance when it came to my mother as well". Damn it was like she was a shrink. I know she couldn't know all of my inner thoughts though, no one can. I've kept so much hidden its now an art form. I smirked at my clever thoughts and found myself nodding in great satisfaction. Wow do i have an ego or what? Time to down size i thought to myself, and get back in the conversation. I have an odd feeling they knew i wasn't paying attention though.

 

   I finally regained my "conversation state of mind" i don't use it often. Being alone most of the time gives you freedom to do whatever the hell you want in your own mind. I'm starting to miss being alone 6 out of 7 days a week. Free is the type of life im accustomed to. Now i have to give it up. I guess it could be a good thing no time to sulk in my sorrow and a time to look forward to tomorrow. I write  often i like the flow of ryhmes. the steady beat of rain calms me and the words i write warm my soul.  My thoughts and my inneraction with myself was interrupted by the cold question i was dreading. "how much do you know about your mother?"the pixie faced goddess said. her words burned and i felt as though her tongue was tinged with the devils work. Oh, wait all of ours are. "who are you?" i bit back i could tell the furry and rage of the question seeped. "my name is kendra" kendra of course even her name was beautiful. Jealousy overwhelmed me. Oh god where will i turn. Instead of answering her question i grabbed my journal threw it on the table. You could hear it screech against the oak. the sound was deafening.

 

    Silence finally regained the room and my anger was weakened. I could now look at them without scowling. i felt as though i was a vulture and they were the prey. Ive never been quite so angry but i guess that happens when your mom turns out to be a demon and your life gets flipped upside down. the way i think of it i'm the little old barn and my life is a whirl wind.