One wish.

-Eliza.

The first thing I remember seeing as I opened those tiny eyes was her face, my beautiful mothers face. She had tears streaming down her face and was clinging onto daddy's hand in a desperate attempt to hold him one final time. I was coated in a stinking black fluid from head to toe, I was freezing and the only option I saw was to scream, to drag her away from that horrendous place and back into reality with me. I know it seems odd that I am able to describe to you every single thing that happened in those few seconds of the beginning of my life but I can because I'm special. I'm special like daddy is, I grow far too fast and my mind is developing three times the speed. In a few days I'll be an eighteen year old and then god knows what. In weeks my life will come to a close and I know I can see my daddy again.
I was freezing lying there on the wooden floor, uneven nails piercing my fresh, tender skin. With eyes watering, my mouth dry and the only thing I'm aware of is her eyes, they finally find me and widen with shock, she's speaking but I don't understand, I'm seconds old. Her eyes narrow and she screams and spits, why does she hate me? Daddy said she'd be happy to see me when she woke up. 
I struggle to make eye contact, I scream and bawl but she cannot tear her gaze away from daddy's corpse laying motionless on the ground. The light has faded from outside and as the three of us lay here; freezing In a half lit room, I finally realise that she doesn't want me . Doesn't care.
I'm terrified, mummy's going to let me starve, she thinks I'm responsible for her not being there when daddy died, I really am though. I ruined the last seconds they had together. 
But I have to make her love me, and finally when she drags herself away from his dying gaze, And towards mine, full of life...she gasps, and stares at me, looking at me afresh and sobbing as she realises that I'm him, and her, yet me.