Nightmare Stare [Chapter Nineteen]

The ground shook with every step The Tree took. When it was within a good distance it leapt into the air. The explosions in the sky lit it up letting me see the disgusting forest in vivid color. I watched as The Tree wound back a branch, it was getting ready to slam it down on me and crush me into nothing more than a mound of minced meat and sand.
I thought of my faggot son, his nigger lover, my cheating whore of an ex-wife. I thought of that selfish facsimile, Audrey. I thought of those bastards I'd kill to save my own life. I felt the pain of every single girl I had murdered. I pushed all that hatred and pain into my chest and just as The Tree was going to hit me.
I screamed.
It was the kind of scream that you lose yourself in, the kind that make you fall to the floor in tears. The kind that makes the pain go away. It was with one of those screams that I sent The Tree flying backwards through the air. It crashed onto the ground, shaking it furiously.
I just stood there panting, and didn't notice the weedy grass wrapping around my legs, they held me still. The Tree got back to it's feet and charged again, this time it didn't leap, instead it rammed into me. I was taken by it, torn from the grass holding me still. The Tree stopped and I flew from it and drifted a little ways in the air. I remembered how the grass felt, and reached out to The Tree, my hands and arms now just as long and weedy as them. I pulled myself back to The Tree, while still in the air. I slammed hard into it, causing it to stumble backwards. I fell to the ground, and it raised a foot to smash me, but I remembered how the walls outside of that old abandoned theater felt, and when it's foot crashed down on me, it shattered into a million tiny pieces, maggots flying everywhere like blood.
The Tree wept loudly, bawling like a child. It fell onto it's back crying so loudly, it made my ears bleed. I got to my feet and walked around The Tree, to it's face. It looked at me, dark streams of sap flowing from it's eyes like tears. Then it spoke.
"I'm going to take the last remaining thing from your old life. I'm going to take away the thing you love most! I'm going to tear your daughter apart limb from limb!" Then I looked up and my eyes flew through The Forest of Lost Souls and out the door, into my hallway, stopping in the kitchen, at the answering machine sitting on the counter.
"Hey, Daddy." It was Molly's voice coming through the speaker. "I'm coming home sooner than expected, the ceremony ended because the best man admitted to loving the bride. I'll tell you more about it when I get back. I should be there in a few minutes, love you. Bye!" Then the click.
I was back. The Tree lie there laughing, the sap still streaming from it's eyes.
"All I have to do is reach in there and crush her, and your life with be over. What good is a god if he has no legacy?" The Tree asked. Then it laughed again. I lifted a leg to crush it's face and kill it, but as my leg lifted I was swept backward, and landed on my back.
Then those spider heads again. There were dozens crawling all over me, their slimy legs cutting into my flesh. They scratched and bit me, I couldn't see. I couldn't stop them, even as I rolled around and beat myself with my arms, they continued. I opened an eye and saw The Tree reaching for the doorway, it's tentacles stretching out at an amazing speed. I had to stop it, I had to get up and kill it before it could kill my little girl. I decided the spider heads should be dead, but that didn't work. I decided the doorway should close, but it was already too late, the tentacles were in. I screamed as I clawed at the grass, pulling myself through it.
How could I stop this?
How could I save my daughter?
I knew there was only one thing I could do. I let my hands tear apart from my arms, and scatter across the grass. I let my arms tear off from my torso and slither away. I let my feet and legs and chest all break apart from each other and crawl away. Then I finally let me head tear apart from my mind, from my soul you could say, and roll away through the weedy screaming grass. With my body gone I rushed past the The Tree and into my house. When I got there, the door was open and the tentacles were pulling Molly down the hallway.
That's when I became the house, and crushed down onto the tentacles. I let myself go, I collapsed, and let all the weight of my new body kill the tentacle and the doorway leading to The Forest of Lost Souls. I destroyed all the pictures of my old life. I destroyed all the clothes I used to wear, and the food I used to eat, the toilet I used to shit on. I destroyed the shower I used to clean myself in. I destroyed everything I used to be, except my daughter. I left just a tiny little hole for her to survive under. I reminded the world that the house was there.
That was my last miracle, making Molly, so it wasn't a hard choice leaving my life behind so she could live hers. All the things I impacted while being God meant nothing to the things I impacted in Molly's life. You see, I was already God, I just didn't know it.
With the house destroyed, as well as myself, I thought I'd gone to heaven. But instead I just lived on in Molly's memories. That was enough for me, as it should be for any parent.

And for the first, since I don't remember when, I was happy.

-Sir Jestro