I lay on my bed curled into a ball as the flames licked off the walls. They danced around making beautiful patterns.
Renee, my mother, was in the other room talking to my father Charlie on the phone. She was shipping me off to Forks, Washington to live with him under the pretense that her and her new husband Dip were going to move around a lot for his baseball and didn't want me home alone.
Lies
She couldn't handle me. Renee and I never got along that well. She was loud, outgoing, and always wanted to try something new and I would rather stay home and lock myself away from the world.
She had resented me as soon as she had noticed that I was different. She couldn't rap her head around it and she certainly couldn't handle it. Going with Dip was just the final push to get read of me.
I didn't hate Dip though. He was good for Renee; he was the adult she needed. And it's not like he hated me.
Lies
When Renee and Dip first started dating he would buy me things to make me like him. He soon found out it didn't matter though. Renee didn't care about my option if him and to tell you the truth I didn't care enough to have an option.
I guess I should have been happy when they started dating. When Renee wasn't dating was the bad times. We would never have food in the house and there was never water because she would forget to pay the bills. I didn't notice most of the time. I didn't want to notice.
His name isn't really Dip. It was Gill or Phil or something. I just call all of Renee's boyfriends Dip. I have always been bad at remembering names and she just went through boys so fast. The reason I chose Dip was because it was short for Dip shit. All of them were stupid and thought that they had some sort of power over me.
I mostly called thought of them as dip shits because they thought that they would last longer than a week with Renee. I was surprised that Renee had stayed so long with her new hubby now, 3 months and counting. I was just happy that I have been able to take a shower every day, looks like someone has been paying the bills.
You think that after they got married that I would stop calling him Dip but to tell you the truth I can't even remember his name.
The flames moved closer… so close…
Lies
Something wet slipped down my cheek.
None of this mattered. Renee would still be shipping me off in the morning to live with some father I blearily know in a town named after an eating utensil.
And the flames drew closer, so close I could almost smell them. So close I could almost feel the heat on my face and I could almost feel them rap me in a worm embrace.
But they didn't.
They weren't there.
Because they were only and allusion.
And then the flames engulfed me.