Young GA Authors Entry

27 February 2011
I stare at the screen upon the wall as I ignore the sounds of the newborn from next door. I want to end the screams, to cause another the same agony that torments me, but it would be the war that would not be won. The domino effect would lead to yet another mother somewhere waiting for a call that would never come.
Growling rips my stomach to shreds as I stare at the pictures flashing on the screen. No one heard over their grief. Good, I do not wish to be stared at for daring to be hungry on a day such as today. The pictures of my father and I disgust me as they show us together. I had idolized the man who cared little for my existence. I dreamed of the day when we would put the evil behind bars forever. Today, I am that evil that needs to be overthrown.
How naïve and foolish I had been. Save the world? There is nothing about it too save. A world where the screams of mothers awakening to find the bloodied corpse of a child in her refuse is not the world for which I will do anything. It is not worth anything. No. I want to own it. I want to watch as those too weak to save themselves cry out in writhing agony. Nothing will stand in my way.
Not even my own father...Not that getting him out of my way was of any real issue. It was easy. Many on the streets of this forsaken Sodom of our times wanted to be the only to cause the life to leave the police chief's eyes. I picked the one who would most relish the job...Me.
Nausea rolls over me as I run for the bathroom. The ingrate inside of me revolts, screaming that I killed his father rings in my soul, but I put it down. The annoying brat. After learning how to control the part of me that fooled the world into believing that I actually helped the police. Yeah, as if I could deign to stoop so low.
I pull a small packet from my my pocket and down it's contents. The voice falls silent and I smirk. There really was a drug that could cure all. Too bad it kills the kid inside of me more and more every day. I'll miss him when I rule the world as a god. And only then seeing as I would be frightfully lonely.
A smile-malicious and twisted-crawls into the eyes reflected in my mirror as my body begins to shake nervously: the final piece to my costume. I force my face to show terror and lament. No one will ever know the truth about me. No one will ever see the monster I always have been. The world is my stage, and I, the Grand Actor of Fate. After today, there will be no pictures of the human I once was to remind me of who I used to be. I am more than that.
I reenter the room so filled with people genuinely mourning for my father and repress the urge to laugh as they swarm asking inane questions about how I'm doing. I do not care. For any of them.
I smile a demon's smile and they backtrack against the farthest wall. Flames flash around me as I pick them away one by one. I save the casket for last. It seemed only appropriate for me to end where I began.
After the bodies burn, I stroll into the kitchen and light the stove. Who'd ever believe that an apartment would spontaneously burst into flames? The firefighters would be only to amazed and thankful that I-the youngest in the whole building-survived such a travesty. Nobody will ever suspect that I-barely in my seventeenth year upon this earth-started this inferno.
I'm a god, who cares who or what I could have been. I'm a god, I need no family. The room explodes.
See, I told you.