Part Two: Cassandra

I'm not exaggerating when I say I hate my life. I really do. Almost as much as I'm starting to hate THEM. Them of course being my son of a Bacchae boyfriend and my so-called best friend. I caught them in bed together. Again! I can't even work up the energy to play the shocked girlfriend right now. Shouldn't I feel something besides incredibly angry? I mean he's the closest thing I've ever had to love and she's the only friend I've got. So the fact I'm just resigned to the whole thing is a bad thing right?

But they're all I've got, even if they're complete jerks and I can't trust them with my heart or my secret. So I'll 'forgive' them, after I yell at her a few times and maybe slap him again, of course. They'll be repentant for a while, but eventually they'll start giving each other those looks again and we'll be back on this damn merry-go-round again. It won't be long before I walk in on the two of them again, and I'll lose just a bit of my heart again.
I'm really beginning to think they're either really stupid or they enjoy getting caught, because this the third time this has happened.

I know I should leave this mess, even if they're all I've got right now, but that's not something I'm ready to do. I do care about them, but mostly it's because they know the old lady's a drunken loser and let me crash at their places, when they're not going at it. Maybe they're not so bad, or maybe it's just a guilty conscience on both their parts.

I wonder a lot why they even pretend to care about me, since it's really obvious that they have no respect for me. I'm not stupid, though some people might think otherwise considering this mess, I do know they want something. Why else would they be going to all the trouble of this whole thing? They could come up with another way to get it, I'm sure, so why does he continue to play the horrible boyfriend and her the even worse best friend? Do they just enjoy hurting me? Is that all this is?

I really hate this stupid rock, even more now than ever! I'm not supposed to be stuck in that popularity contest they call school or having to listen to my precious 'mother' gripe about how I ruined her life right before she throws a vodka bottle at me. And I definitely shouldn't have to deal with cheating and lying friends! GOD! I am so sick of this! I just want to go home, back to my own planet, where I can be myself. Or maybe with the other aliens I can feel sometimes, that I saw just that once right after I hatched.

I'm sure I'd be locked away if I ever told anyone I'm an alien, if not in the insane asylum, then in an underground military facility being tortured with sharp needles and knives…damn my imagination anyway. Maybe my being alien is the whole reason I put up with these betrayals. Maybe I'm trying to be human enough to forgive. Or maybe I'm just waiting for the others to come set me free from all this, to show me what a real family is.

I know life isn't fair, this fact has been drilled into my head over and over again. I'm a (physically anyway) seventeen-year-old alien stuck on this planet. I have the occasional ability to see the future, this (unfortunate) firestarting ability, and this molecular manipulation thing. I'm currently under the guardianship of one drunken bitca and live in a shoddy house with her and her dog Killer. I also happen to be in the possession of the aforementioned boyfriend and best friend, and completely separated from the only others of my kind I know about. And people wonder why I'm always scowling?

So basically I'm stuck in this morbid, tacky little town waiting for my family. Who knows if they're coming? What if they're dead? What if they've abandoned me? Have I mentioned how much I hate my life?