NationStates Jolt Archive

The fire is intense...I feel it brush against my cheeks, radiating against my whole body. I stand there and soak in this awesome force. My eyes can't escape the flames dance in a natural, awe-inspiring ballet. Each flame has its' own rythmn yet all of them manage to keep the same basic beat. It's...beautiful...

"Mary Mayhem...Malicious and mad..." Johnny utters as we stand there and watch the inferno. I hear his voice, it's a tone of satisfaction and awe. I did this...I am going to save the world...this is going to start it all...everything I always dreamed of!

"Johnny" I finally say, eyes still fixated on the inferno, "I love you"

He turns his head away from the fire, a stream of blood cascading down from his head, his hair is matted with it, face dirty and grimy. He wipes away the ash which has mixed with sweat. I feel his hand under my chin and turns my head to him...our eyes meet.

"I love you...Mary Mayhem" his eyes close and voice trails. I feel the heat from the fire continue to barrate us. Our lips connect and my body catches ablaze and we burn together in the inferno. We kiss as the world burns down around us. Nothing in the world matters now, we left our mark and our example will be followed...My only regret is that I don't have much time left...

One Month Earlier...

My head leans against the car window and I watch the lines of houses, picketed fences, and elm trees pass before my eyes. I sigh and cross my arms, snugging into my black zip-up hoodie.

"Sweetie, don't look so down" Mom says, looking over at me through the rear view and sees my distaste for our adventure. She gives a frown, I marvel at her perpetual happiness which I know is just a front.

"I'm not looking down, I'm looking out the window" I smartly reply, she hates it when I do that.

"Mary, it's for the best. we're going to do just fine, don't worry" she trys to keep the smile painted on her face.

"What's for the best? You two are uprooting us just to make another zero on your salary!" I am angry.

"We're trying to give you and your sister the lives we never had, a better life" My father cuts in while he drives. his sleeves are rolled and his glasses begin to slip down the bridge of his nose which he pushes back up.

"A better life? My lfie was fine as it was" I continue to argue, "I'd rather work as a ditch digger than sell my soul to Satan"

"Shut it, Mary" Julia cuts in. She's a girly girl and I can hear her distdain for listening to the truth. She'd rather live her life as an MTV brainwashed teen who's shallow and thinks that the best men as thee most muscular and cute ones.

I hate my family...

My name is Mary Mercer, I am 17 years old and my parents think that happiness can only be achieved by making as much money as possible. They believe that the more money we have, the happier and brighter everything in this world will be. I beg to differ. The only thing that's changed is that our family is for show. My parents came from poorer backrounds and through hard work they achieved the "American Dream" or course, it came at the cost of their souls and now their slaves to this corrupted dream which started out so innocent and is now nothing but a twisted, ugly version of the original.

We are a paper family, only with fancy print to make it look nicer to the naked eye. My mother is a defense lawyer and my father works an advertisement manager. Both of them pull in tons of money but little respect from me. They are phonies, bloodless and green-eyed. My sister, Julia is a typical teenage girl. She thinks that acting a certain way and dressing a certain way is what is important. If you put up a good front, then I guess that means everyone will believe it. She's actually insecure and fragile but acts like the world revolves around her.

I see them all as just people who share the same last name as me. Luckily, I only have to deal with them for a few more years. This move to another part of town, closer to my dad's new job is supposed to be a bonding experience, not for me I'm afraid. It's just serving to drive yet another wedge between us.

"Look, we're almost there" My Mom says like a giddy schoolgirl. I can see moving vans down the street. It's a typical american suburb: Minimal traffice, tree lined streets, it's disgusting to watch.