The Devil Who Owns Me

Chapter-01

"Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's

Got me confused

I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks

Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe

That we're a masterpiece

But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark

Who owns my heart?"

I sang my favourite Miley Cyrus song with my earphones. Iam Emily Collins. All these years, I lived in Paris even though it's not my native place. Now Iam back to where I belong. Iam in Florida. My dad still works in a software company in Paris. I really miss the times I spent with him. Now, it's only me and my mom. I don't really have many friends in my life. What's the use in having many friends when not everyone is true? I can rather have one. When it comes to a relationship, I have nothing to say. I never had a boyfriend and never been friends with boys too. When it comes to romance movies, I won't be blinking at all at that time. All I imagine is one thing. What is love? I wanna feel it like others. You know what? I have been repeatedly thinking of this and nothing special happens in my life.

" Honey, can you come downstairs?" My mom called me loud enough to be heard by me. I always get lost in songs and stays unaware of this world. Most of the people are like that. Iam not unique.

" I'm coming mom, " I replied. I got down through stairs fastly with my iPhone in my hand. When I reached the hall, I watched her arranging three pie cake. Strawberry pie cake?

" Are we expecting any guests, mom? Why do you have three pie cakes?" I asked getting my hand near it.

" Don't touch it. It's for the neighbours." my mom instantly says, slapping my hand lightly.

" Ow, " I made a sound when it doesn't even hurt. " Are you gonna gives all of this to our neighbour? We don't even know them, mom."