Changes.
The towns 'God' was nothing but a girl. A girl with bangs made to her eyes and a moon painted on her forehead by her parents, every single day. She always knew she wasnt actually a God of course, she knew it was something her parents made her do. They always had wanted the praise and gifts, she knew this. The gifts and wealth provided them stability though it never gave her any fufillment.
See, Aliza was just a 16 year old nobody to herself but to everyone else she was god. Their savior. Of course she cared about them, she was raised under the belif that they were her people. So she cared. She kept them safe, kept them believing. What else was there to do? Shatter everything? Making the town a spot of chaos. Let them know their beacon of hope was a fraud only existing as a God so her parents could be showered in gifts? No. It would be selfish to take away the one thing they know. So she played the part.
No one ever figured out her whole fake God thing and she never had anyone to confide in. Whenever she would tell her parents that she didnt want to keep posing as a God shed get scolded. So what else was there? Running away though she had no where to run too. She only knew this town.. Is the currency even used anywhere else? Do other towns function the same? She was just cut off. All she knew was no where else would worship her. Maybe she only wanted to run due to the mental shackles shes placed on herself. The blending of faces that she cant memorize. She didnt need to memorize the peoples faces.
To her she saw the people of the town as lovely individuals. The people were smart and hardworking. It was a good place, the food was spectacular too considering everything was hand made. She could never truly deny the talent the people had. She wishes she could build bonds with them but her parents forbide that long ago. See, the people believe she came here from a different plane of existence. She came to help make their town flurish, her watchfull eye providing security. Though the eye was just the painted on moon they still believed it. Her pare ta actually said now that shes 16 theyre taking her to get it tattood on her to 'save them the effort' of painting it.
Lazy, she always saw her parents as lazy. They never worked. The only thing they did that resembled work was lying. Lying to the people they supposedly cherished. How sickening. She lied too but... She excues herself for that. Though today her parents had her in a even more god like outfit. Something more traditional. It was a holiday for the town. The day she game to grace the people with her prescence. The one time a year shes alloud to mingle with the people as is, its a holiday she needs to be present at. Buying from small vendors, eating with the people it was fun. Just not getting ready.
"Mom, my bangs look fine.. There happens to be enough hairspray in them to keep them stuck there for the next year." She said sighing, looking in the bathroom mirror. Her bangs perfectly split to show off the moon thats soon to permentaly stay on her body rather than paint. That thought made her shiver.
"Oh relax, Aliza! You just need to be perfect.. If you arent the God everyone so desires you to be we loose everything. Youll get killed. The people will attack." Her mother said running her hands through the back of her long pink hair before brushing it. She hadnt been alloud to cut it. A god needs long hair is what her mother belives. Aliza herself believes if shes the God people worship she should get too choose her own hair styles.
"... I dont want to hurt the people." Aliza looked in the mirror with a strange look. She didnt want to hurt the people in such a way were she would have to see the hurt look on her face. If she were just to dissapear then she wouldn't deal with the aftermath. Her liar parents would. That made her feel something strange. Joy and sadness. Shed mourn her parents if they died.
"Then youll comply and look perfect today." Her mother smiled. That was sick. Her mom was sick in the head. She always had to look perfect it seemed. Today was no different. Nothing was ever different. She never felt anything different. She took a long breath of air. Wanting to feel something different- anything.
"Mom, can we braid my hair today? It will look amazing. It also wont knot while i walk around town today." She thought if it were practical she would be alloud it. Though nothing was truly practical in her life. The luxurious mirror hung upon the wall in her room for her to get ready in. The unhinged amounts of makeup to rid of any mistake that could be there. Nothing was easy or practical.
Her mom pondered for a second. Thinking it through, its almost like you could see the gears shifting around in her head. Thinking of every possibility of this braid. The reactions the people would have to something different. Something changed. Aliza liked the idea. Change. Would everyone else agree with change.? The fact shes a God would mean everyone would agree right? She knows the decisions she makes. Of course she does. A God cannot doubt herself. So no, Aliza is firm in the fact her mother will allow her to have a braid for one singular day.
"I suppose a braid for one day should do. Its whats most practical." Her mother said with a sigh, meanwhile Aliza looked at herself in the mirror for once she felt content and not like a liar. Maybe because she felt like something more then just the fake God her parents advertise her as. The braid was the first signal of Aliza becoming herself. The braid was the first sign of change in a town that had only known consistancy for the past fifteen and a half years.
"Thank you, Mother." Aliza said happily. Her mom started to split her hair into three long pieces twisting them around in ways she didnt even know her hair could. She had only even seen it done on the girls of the town. It had always looked gorgeous on them. It was something else for them to be gorgeous on her. She knew this was a one time thing but she still attached herself to the hairstyle. She now understood why so many girls wore it daily. She wanted to know if their mothers did it with care and because they just thought there daughters would look good with the style. Not sheer practicality.
"Its nothing. Its what makes things easier." The word easier. She wasnt to keen on it being easy. Nothing within pretending to be a God was easy. Lying about eveythung. Every single thing. Her people dont truly know her. Shouldnt they be striving to befriend a God? Not just strip her of social interactions and genuine bonds as they hand her gifts. She didnt deserve gifts from them. She believes she doesnt. She thinks there gift giving should change too. She just wants change. Maybe she shouldnt want change from this life of luxury given to her off lies. There are to many what ifs and maybes in her mind. Maybe the braid is the only change that should stick for now. After all, many people claim to dislike change and shes sure her people are in that category. After all, they havent faced change yet.
