Daisy

Loves me.

I cannot deny the fact that I'm a spoiled child. I always wear clothes my friends at school envy and I always get the newest toys. It's not that my family is all that rich either. I only get everything that I've ever wanted because I'm the only child. My parents loved me in a way they never loved anyone else. I was the darling little treasure they held dear in they arms and drowned in kisses, hugs and all things precious.

Loves me not.

The love they had for me wasn't the same kind they had for each other, of course. I knew it from the start. They never kissed, never snuggled, never spent time with just the two of them alone. I didn't find it odd, for I thought that as long as I was their little angel, everything would be just fine. Silly me.

Loves me.

The first time I figured something must have been wrong was when a friend of mine visited me. She saw the signs I couldn't see. Saw that something was changing between my beloved parents. I found myself enraged, screaming at her as soon as she told me about it. I was certain that my mother and father couldn't possibly abandon me. I had seen it happen with the other kids in my class. Their families turned out broken and the children ended up hurt and slightly bitter.

There was no way that would happen to me. My parents simply loved me too much.

Loves me not.

I should have known better.

That night my father came home from work a little later than usual. My mother sent me off to bed and started lecturing my father about how he had passed dinner. The rant soon grew and grew until it was no longer a small, growling chihuahua in a corner, but a full-grown angered rottweiler. I slumped down on the floor my back against the door of my room and listened to their shouts and screams. They were all loud enough for me to make sense of them.

And not one of the words had a single drop of love in them.

Just rage and hatred.

Loves me.

I kept on denying it ever happened for a couple weeks, wishing perhaps it was nothing more than a slight argument over something simple. The pattern repeated, though, and each time I closed my ears and hid in my bed, thinking that they weren't my parents fighting. Or at least not against each other. Maybe a monster. A monster of their disagreements. Soon enough that monster would certainly be defeated and they'd keep up their usual act of showering me with their love.

Loves me not.

I found the papers my father left on the table in the kitchen. As I asked my mother about them and she merely told me that he would be gone for a while. "He's on a business trip", she told me with her voice cold as Antarctica. The tone was enough to send me running. Running away from home and to the streets, looking for a way out of this nightmare. Looking for father.

But instead I found him.

The magical kitten who promised to grant me my wishes for a simple contract.

Loves me.

The next morning I woke up to hear my mother humming cheerily in the kitchen. For a moment I thought I was still asleep, still seeing that nightmare. Afraid of father still being gone, I rushed into the kitchen to see the sun shining pleasantly from behind the windows, lighting up all of our home. And father, of course, sitting on the armchair in the living room, smiling as he was reading the paper.

That exact moment I cried out of sheer joy.

Loves me not.

Everything was just like before. That's what I thought. The only exception was my now hidden life of a superhero of sorts. With the wings of a cupid on my back, with the bow and arrows of a lovely heart shape mirroring my wish, I fought all things bad. Of course I was frightened at first. Luckily though I soon got new friends that were just liked me. Fighting for justice, fighting for love, fighting for their hopes and dreams in a way much more literal than most of the people in this world.

Yet I slowly started to realize something else what different as well.

My parents loved each other the exact way they had loved me.

Loves me.

I ignored my realization and concentrated on my new duties and friends. For once I didn't feel like a useless, spoiled brat. I found that I actually had some talent with witch slaying. Despite the fact that I was a lot weaker than the rest of the group, I was happy to help them.

Loves me not.

My parents left me that day. No note, no explanation. I was left all alone in the large house. The loneliness swallowed me whole and I tried to struggle against it. I still had my new friends. Certainly they would love me like my parents had.

I dashed to them with a single spark of hope in my chest.

"She's a bit of a klutz, isn't she?"

"Always on the way."

"I feel sorry for her. She's kinda pathetic."

"She acts like she owns the world... how annoying."

"That spoiled rich bitch."

Loves me.

I broke down. Locked myself into the suffocating silence of my home and started smashing everything that held a memory of my parents. In this case... the whole place. My mind even came up with the perfect idea to gain the love of my parents once more.

If I was in danger, they would definitely come and save me.

And before I knew it everything around me was covered in flames.

Me...?

I became a fire myself.

Loves me not.

I waited. I was sure they would come. I was sure they would rush to me and embrace me, cover me with kisses, pray that I would survive.

They never came.

I think I blacked out because the next moment I realized the heat around me was long gone. The smell of burnt flesh sneaked its way into my nostrils and made me feel sick to my stomach. Unable to move properly I turned my eyes to see the side of the hospital bed empty.

No flowers.

No cards.

No gifts.

Not a single word of comfort.

Just a single picture of a daisy on the wall clumsily drawn by some 4-year-old.

Loves me.

I broke myself free from my mortal body and let the darkness conquer my once bright crimson core. The hospital room around me burnt away in the flames I once more lit up. The daisy on the wall grew in size and skipped away from it next to my face, smiling at me with a mocking manner and I watched as the pure white petals dropped off of it one by one.

Loves me not.

I know you'll come after me now.

I know it.

Loves me.

I'll show you how powerful I have become.

Loves me not.

I hope my parents burn in Hell.

Loves me.

Loves me...


A/N: It's been a while. Mostly because I've been trying to come up with another one of these.

You know how I get all these ideas?

By thinking of wishes I myself would have wanted to be granted in the past as well as some wishes that are just mainstream. Wishes anyone else would wish.

I hope you like this one! The next one will be a wish little more complex... but one that I would certainly want granted.