Angela was slumped over, her usual sparkling hazel eyes finding those old and worn shoes she had been wearing since ninth grade far more interesting than how they had ever been. She sat there, memorizing the somewhat yellowed laces tied to her footwear, dreaming with such hope that she had merely fallen asleep in the comfort of her bed and that this was nothing more than a figment of her imagination.

Her frightened yet knowing eyes rose ever so slightly, her gentle orbs meeting with the shimmering and angry green eyes that glared at her from the sockets of the monster that tormented her so. If the creature smiled, one might see the pearly whites of teeth that very much wished to devour her. But, since she made no move to cause those pale hues of scarlet to even slightly upturn, the young maiden (who was nothing more than a sacrifice bound up to a temple of evil) could only imagine just how gruesome the carnage might be when this was all over. Personally, she would have rather a quick death to the nightmare that was to befall her quite soon.

And where was the Jaws music anyway?

With a soft sigh, the girl lowered her eyes from her predator, her right hand wringing its counterpart. A piece of her yearned that this experience was much more than her of her over-worked imagination, but her logical side seemed to do nothing more than criticize her rampant thoughts as of late. Her brain knew full well that this occurrence was in reality, whether she wanted to escape it or not.

Her multi-colored orbs turned slightly to gaze longingly out the nearby window, taking in the light that seemed to flood into the shadowed room. Inside her prison of woe, where peaceful memories of a family built on happiness and care once ran free, was almost like a tomb: silent and foreboding, filled with just as much mystery as terror, and it seemed to do nothing except cause her to feel both cold and alone. While she had once found warmth and comfort in the darkness of a room, she now felt as though she would rather the lights on. For some reason that she had never discovered the love for until now, a glow seemed to be very much like hope, always there to light her way whenever she felt as though she had gotten lost.

With the sun dipping into the horizon as it was, leaving behind the golden rays that were pulling out from where the curtains had been thrown open, her hope for her future seemed to dwindle as well.

You lied to me, a voice stated with a mixture of both anger and depression, and the young woman could only tear the mirrored sunset in her eyes away from the freedom that seemed to dangle in front of her. It felt to her as though she was being treated as a cat, and a toy filled with catnip was on a string, bouncing as her owner waited impatiently for her to take the bait. As much as she wished to do nothing more than the opposite as that, she knew that there was no way for her to lie. Especially to those penetrating eyes of the older woman. You lied to me, Angela.

Ooh.  Her full name.  Not good.

A nod seemed to be her only reply for a while, those passionate orbs filled with such longing turning more and more numb by the moment. She had undergone auto-pilot, just as she usually had for the past eighteen some years she had lived, afraid to speak the words within her heart for fear that the demon with light hair and emerald eyes would not accept her for who or what she might be.

God, she hated being right.

Yeah, she answered somberly, her head lowering down into her chest, and the monster whom she spoken to, whether it were being agreed to or not, seemed only to glower at the child whom she terrorized after she had spoken.

Did you really think that you could hide this this atrocity from me forever? The loud and angry question was only answered in silence. The girl knew not what to answer with, but she knew that the truth would only land her in deeper turmoil- something she was just too afraid to do at this point in time. When no words spilled out of the girls mouth, her jury and judge continued on with her rampant behavior. What will people think if they hear about this? Ill be a laughingstock in this town because of you and that- that girl!

Anger flared within the younger woman, and her golden-green orbs had shot up to look at her living nightmare. At first, she refused to allow the words to escape from her lips, hoping that her frustration would disappear with the dripping sands of time.

Why did you have to ruin your life by becoming a queer with that girl?

In an instant, the girl was on her feet, eyes flaring with a hatred towards the woman who seemed only to glare right back at her. Dont talk about her like that, mother! You dont even know her, but youre judging her- and me- because its not normal to you. She inhaled, and her tears from a lifetime filled with heartache, from a wound that hadnt gotten the chance to close, seemed to flow freely down her porcelain cheeks. Ever since I was a child, you said that you would accept me no matter who or what I became in my lifetime."  She paused for affect, as well as to allow herself to breathe before she yelled herself out of air.  It didn't take long for her objection to continue again, anger threading each word.  "But when I love a woman, or when I turn gay I dont remember those being in your rules. Those werent in your- your empty promises, mom. Her hands gripped at the pockets of her blue jeans, and the young woman did her best not to show how weak she felt as of then. The last thing she wanted was to give her the satisfaction of bringing her to tears. Youre the liar!

With that, as the setting sun made its decent behind the hills, mother and daughter stood in the silence of the night, the only light shining then being the infernos that raged within them both. Neither wished to back down from their prospective pedestals and it seemed as though neither would.

Slowly, the burning forests fell behind the darkness of the womans eyelids, and she only turned swiftly towards the door. She stopped, standing erect like a general giving orders to a soldier, and it was evident that her future words wouldnt show any acceptance to her daughter or her lifestyle by the thickness of the air alone. Angela, in the meantime, felt as though it mightve been best that way. I want you out of this house. Tonight. Take what you want and leave me be. I have no daughter any longer.

The hazel eyed girl merely held back the astonished gasp that wished nothing more than to show itself as of then. What kind of person- parent- would throw their own child out due to a change of lifestyle? She bit her cheek, trying her hardest still not to cry when that was all she wanted to do.

Inside her, the truth laid without surprise, and she knew she should have saw this coming- never had the woman been accepting to such behaviors, and she shouldnt have expected any more than what she was getting in return to the truth that was being told.  The words from the past, the taunting and teasing she whispered to the girl about others whom her mother pretended to accept...  They all seemed to be like bullets, piercing through the armor she had place to protect herself from such harrassments.

Slowly, Angela turned, trying not to crumble as a pilar of old despite her legs feeling weak enough to, and walked from the life she had thought she had known.




-- If anyone read this before, it's because I have an account on fanfiction.net and I had created this story into the version thats on there today.  Fact is, this is the original- so bleh.  ^^  Meanwhile, this was a practice assignment I gave myself.  Hope it's fine.