Quetzacoatl: Sleep.

It was getting late at night, and I had been killing many souls. I felt wonderful, fantastic. But, it was getting late, and I was getting tired. My scythe disappeared and so did my wings, and my skin returned to its normal color. I was human again. And so, I walked home. When I got home I walked through the door.

"And where were you tonight?" An accusing tone speaks at me.

"You wouldn't care." I say, looking away and sounding quiet.

"WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN! YOUR FATHER AND I DO SO MUCH TO PROVIDE FOR YOU! TO GIVE YOU FOOD, SHELTER, AND ALL THE THINGS YOU JUST WANT SO DAMN MUCH! AND NOT EVER DO WE GET A SINGLE THANK YOU! COME HERE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING-" And then, she slaps me.

I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I can't show them my tears, I can't show the my weakness. I turn to her with cold eyes.

"Go to hell." I say as I turn around.

And as I open the door she shrieks one last thing to me.

"IF YOU LEAVE NOW YOU CAN'T EVER COME BACK!"

I walk out the door and slam it shut behind me. Then, I walk out into the cold, dark night alone. I walk for and hour, just replaying the scene over and over again in my head. Then, I find an abandoned mattress in an alleyway. I go down and I lay on it and I cry.

The End

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